#I'm kind of obsessed with weather report right now

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Body type headcanons for the protagonists of stone ocean I can talk about them if you want.

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Granted, tumblr’s search function may broken but I can’t find a post on your blog centered on Alya’s writing. As a person constantly on the look out for critical examination of Alya’s role in the narrative and the compromises on her principles, relationships and competences made to artificially engineer the episode’s story, I’d be very interested to see your thoughts

I use Alya's writing as an example of a character done dirty all the time, but I don't think I've ever done a sugar post focused on her and I totally should. Before we get into it, I will openly admit that her bad writing bothers me more than Marinette's or Adrien's because she is best girl and we stan her. What can I say, I'm a writer whose best friend is an artist with a diagnosed anxiety disorder. I like characters who are writers and with artsy, anxiety-ridden best friends. They are my people and that gives us a great starting point for this post.

Marinette is the unambiguous main character of the show, so it makes sense to design both her hero partner and her best friend around balancing her out, giving them strengths to fill out the spots where she is weak. It's how you make a strong cast. When Alya is allowed the shine, she fills that balance role wonderfully and I love it! Some of my favorite moments are when Marinette goes on one of her rants and cool-headed Alya drags her back down to Earth:

Marinette: We're gonna stroll over there real cool as if we just happened to be passing by. Alya: Then what? Marinette: Then? I'll invite him out for a fruit smoothie at the end of the photo shoot! Then, we'll get married! Live happily ever after in a beautiful house and have two kids? No, three. And a dog! Maybe a cat? Nah, forget the cat. A hamster! I love hamsters! Alya: Let's just start with just happen to be passing by and see if we can get to that smoothie.

This banter from Stormy Weather is fantastic. It's exactly the type of thing I want to see from these two as it gives Alya a very different flavor of supporting role from Adrien. While Alya and Adrien are both card holding members of the Marinette hype squad, Alya is more of a voice of reason while Adrien is there to validate Marinette and follow her crazy schemes without question.

This brings us to the first issue with Alya's writing: when the plot demands it, they make her a gullible tabloid journalist even though it goes against everything her character should stand for. The reasons I'm comfortable saying this are many. The first one is that Alya is very clearly supposed to be seen as a serious journalist. That's why you get scenes like this one from Feast:

Alya: Now you know back in the day sculptures were painted, right? Most of the paint vanished over time, but tiny microscopic pigments still remain. Thanks to this special app, witness how it originally looked. But here's the big thing. All these works of art have something in common. It's the same symbol! Look, everywhere. It's like some kind of secret society emblem. As if a kind of Order of the Guardians has been watching over the superheroes since the beginning of time!

This scene would not exist if Alya was supposed to be the kind of person who only cared about getting blog hits because this type of content isn't where the money is. But money and clout aren't what Alya cares about. She's just a passionate reporter (or fan girl) who wants to know everything she can and who is having fun sharing her obsession with the world. This is an extremely important aspect of her character because it brings us to reason two that she clearly wasn't meant to be a clout chaser: if she was a tabloid journalist who only cared about hits, then she should have never been given a miraculous.

I could go on a rant her about how poorly Alya's blog is used after she becomes Rena Rouge, but I'll spare you the word count and just say that, as soon as she joined the team, she should have stopped sharing secrets on the blog. It makes sense that a blog would initially fill her need to share the fine details of her obsession, but once she's on the team, the blog should have been replaced by her teammates. She could still have the blog, but it shouldn't have things like the freaking guide to how the miraculous work that we see in the season four episode Gabriel Agreste:

Alya: The Miraculous are magical jewels that give powers to superheroes, like Ladybug's earrings and Cat Noir's ring. But supervillain Shadow Moth also has two Miraculousbrooches in his possession, and they will give him his powers. We can figure out from this that the Miraculous can either make a superhero or a supervillain. It's all riding on who wears it, which is why these jewels can't fall into just anybody's hands.

Alya, you are supposed to be Marinette's sole confidante at this point. Why are you giving the world this information? The writers are doing you dirty, my dear, and I'm so sorry. The best I can do is to promise to never treat you like this in my stuff.

Now, to be fair, there is some nuance to this. Alya is a human being. She's allowed to have flaws, so I can absolutely forgive her for getting caught up in the moment and posting scoops to her blog without thinking (see: Oblivio). That's honestly a great weakness for her character to have as it makes perfect sense for a fan girl to fan girl. At the same time, if you want to have a fan girl character who becomes part of the things she's a fan of, then you usually need to give that character something that will tone them down and make full fan girl mode something other than the standard setting.

Making your fan girl a serious reporter is a great way to do that! It allows you to have that initial bust of fan girl hype that quickly switches into serious get-the-details mode. Without that kind of complexity, Alya would just be another Wayhem and one Wayhem is already one too many.

While I will give Alya some grace on this topic and even call it a good thing for her character, the same cannot be said for her writing because the writers fail to embrace her hype as an in-the-moment weakness and it ruins her character. To put it another way, a lapse in judgement about posting a photo is excusable as a photo is quickly acquired and posted. A lapse in judgement about a full interview with a total rando who is claiming to be Ladybug's best friend is not excusable (see: Volpina). It's a completely different flavor of poor judgement as - at a minimum - it requires Alya to stand there talking to a person for several minutes and never once question what that person is saying. Those are not the behaviors of a good journalist.

Of course, this brings us to the most glaring example of Alya's character assassination: the Lila thing. Almost everything about this arc paints Alya as a terrible friend, which is a massive missed opportunity as Lila is the perfect antagonist for Alya! Who better to take down a liar than a truth seeker? It's such an easy way to give Alya her own mission to focus on, especially if you make Lila more subtle. You don't even need to have Alya believe Marinette without question. Just have her be an investigative journalist who is like, "You know what, this new girl clearly bothers Marinette and I know Marinette can get caught up in her own head, but it doesn't usually last this long. I think something is up, so I'm going to use my skills to see if Lila is telling the truth that way I know if I'm supporting the right person here." Don't have your character claim that she checks her sources and does research if you're going to turn around and have her believe whatever she hears without checking any of it!

Even outside of the Lila thing, I wish we saw more of Alya's research skills! They were such a good thing to give Marinette's best friend as Marinette is great at focusing on a clear task, but research is the kind of thing that would overwhelm her, so it makes perfect sense to make her best friend a researcher as that lets the team have someone to help track down whatever Gabriel is calling himself this week. The writers even understood this to some extent as we saw in Mr. Pigeon 72:

Alya: Marinette, how long have you been working on this? Ladybug: I dunno, six-seven days, maybe ten. Now that we're on spring break, I finally have time to put my whole heart into it! Alya: When was the last time you worked on one of your own designs? Ladybug: I do loads of designing! Look! (pointing to the contraption at her door) I designed a security system so that nobody can enter my room when I'm not in it. And if I put on this hat (puts on modified hat) I hear everything that's going on in here, even when I'm out of the room. Alya: I'm gonna have to break it to you because I'm the only one who can. THIS IS TOTALLY INSANE! Girl, trust your BFF. When I'm researching something obsessively and I can't think of anything else, that's when my mind can get really blocked. You know what you need most right now? A break! Ladybug: No way! No breaks until I find out how to keep Shadow Moth from reakumatizing people!

Remember who ultimately figures out how to keep Shadow Moth from reakumatizing people in this episode? Alya! Because her creative style is all about researching and looking at the evidence. You know, the classic skill set of a reporter?

I really do mean it when I say that the show has a fantastic setup for telling a good story. Alya's character should have been a perfect addition to Marinette's team. My favorite lineup is the line up from season two with Kagami and Luka in non-love-interest bonus roles that I won't get into here since it's a little too deviant from canon to make sense without explanation. Instead, I'll just give you the clear roles they perfectly set up and then squandered for the original miraculous five:

Ladybug: Battlefield commander

Rena Rouge: Big Picture Strategist (basically Marinette excels at reactive thinking/leading during a battle while Alya excels more at proactive thinking/long-term tactics)

Chat Noir: Peacekeeper/Heart/Hype Man

Carapace: Protector/Stop Button (much like Alya and Marinette, Nino and Adrien should have been two sides of the same coin with Adrien being focused on making everyone happy while Nino focuses on keeping everyone safe)

Queen Bee: Wild Card/Chaos Element (I love a good chaos element who is there to suggest the options that won't occur to people who have been raised to follow the rules.)

I'll also point out that this lineup would show that the characters weren't interchangeable and make the two main couples feel more unique and meant for each other. For example, Nino's tendency to encourage others to stay safe would pair terribly with Marinette's need to not get too caught up in her own thoughts. The second Nino second guesses one of her plans she'd fall apart, so she needs Adrien to be her Chat Noir. Similarly, Alya's impulsivity weakness would make her a terrible match for go, go, go Hype Noir! She needs a partner who makes her take two seconds to second guess herself. There was so much potential here you guys! So much potential! It could have been beautiful! Instead, we got canon...

There you go, my broad love letter to Alya. I could keep going, but you didn't request a specific topic, so I'm just going to end it there. Feel free to ask for more, but please do it in another ask as this is already super long and - out of kindness to my followers- I try to avoid essay after essay on the same post unless they really need to be connected.

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Vicious

Part VII

Pairing: Steve x reader, Bucky x reader, Thor x reader, Loki x reader, Peter x reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, stalking, possessiveness, theft, mention of blackmail, all characters are adults.

Words: 1864.

Summary: Transferring to Stark Academy that has only allowed to take in female students last semester, you realize you are just one of three young women among hundreds of students. Your things are constantly being stolen, and soon you begin fearing for your safety.

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

Part VI

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You wanted to slap yourself. What the hell was wrong with you today? Why did you tell Peter that?!

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean...” Completely baffled with you behavior, you were deeply ashamed, unable to look the guy in the eyes and wanting nothing but fall into the earth.

“Ah, I got it. It’s Steve, isn’t it?” All of a sudden, Peter let out an irritated sigh, rolling his eyes skywards and rubbing his neck. “Of course, who else would say such nonsense. Blackmail, really? Funny he didn’t call me a stalker or anything.”

“Listen, I didn’t mean it, I’m really-”

“It’s ok.” He closed the locker, slamming its door loudly and making you jump. “It’s not your fault. If I heard that from somebody, I’d be scared too.”

He spent a couple of seconds staring into the wall until he rubbed his neck again tiredly and huffed. It took him less than a minute to regain his composure, and you heard him murmuring, “What a freak.”

He didn't return to the corridor, heading to the sports hall for his PE class, instead moving to the bench in the locker room and motioning you to sit. Feeling terribly awkward, you hoped he wasn't going to do anything out of anger, even though he had every right to be upset at your stupid behavior.

"About what he said," Peter took a deep breath, "it's nothing like that. I don't dig up some nasty stuff in the web to blackmail people. I've never done it. The reason why Mr. I-am-better-than-you said that is because I've made him take me into his little bodyguard group when I heard him talking to Loki. You're nice, and I wanted to help. Of course, Steve started acting like I was some creep, so he refused, and I had to remind him that, technically, he had to report your issue to the administration, not play a hero. I said that if I go and tell the whole story to the dean, Steve's gonna be in trouble because he knew who thieves were and didn't report them."

It was a loud off your mind. Goodness. Rogers called this a blackmail? Really? Just because Peter pushed Steve into taking him into their group?

You were less and less sure Rogers was sane. You definitely had to be careful around him.

"I can't believe he called it a blackmail." You admitted quietly, and the guy sent you a tired smile. "Peter, I'm so, so sorry. It was so stupid of me."

"Nah, don't worry. I'd freak out too if I didn't know the whole story."

You knew your apologies weren't enough, but you hoped Peter didn't take it to heart - if you can take such an accusation easily, that is. Shit, shit, shit, why did you believe everything these guys were saying? You didn't even know them in the first place! Why on Earth did you go asking them their opinions on others if all of them were biased, and every guy could twist the truth the way he liked? You shouldn't have let their words affect you that much.

"Whatever. At least now you know what Rogers is like." Peter sent you a grim smile and got up, picking his bright yellow sackpack from the floor. "Shit, I gotta go if I don't wanna be late. Let's meet in a library later, alright?"

"O-of course." You hurriedly stood up and left the lockers room after him, turning to the library: your Lit class was cancelled, so you decided to go study right away. At this time, the library was usually full, and you felt safe there.

Your thoughts were all about the guys again even when you were staring at your laptop, trying to focus on Excel numbers. Why did you feel like the atmosphere between them was so dense? If they were at such terms with each other, why did they group together to help you? What, because all of them loved you so much? It was ridiculous. There was something else to it, and you didn't know. You had a feeling no one was going to tell you the truth until you figured it all out by yourself.

Weird. It was all so weird. Steve's plan, their behavior, the relationships between them, and your nagging feeling they all were hiding something. Was it them who were actually following you?

The thought scared you to the point you started shivering. Oh shit.

"Hi there," the guy appeared behind your back so suddenly you almost jumped, looking at him wide-eyed, "sorry, did I startle you?"

"H-hi Jake! No, it's ok, I was just... studying." Both of you were talking in hushed voices, knowing the librarian would kick you out immediately if she heard some noise. "How are you?"

"I'm great, how're you?" You could hear concern in his voice: he was one of Thor's friends you met yesterday, and although you spoke briefly, Thor definitely told him more about you. "You look a bit worried."

"Oh, it's Math, I didn't really understand the topic, and we're having an exam on Monday... guess I'll be studying the whole weekend." You gave him your best smile to reassure you were totally ok, and the guy relaxed a little, smiling at you, too.

"I'm sure you'll pass. Thor said you're very smart."

What, he said that to all of them? Was he simply boasting about his girlfriend to his friends or was there something more to it?

"You're too kind. Thank you."

His smile grew wider, and he landed on the next seat to yours, resting his hands on the table. Apparently, there was something he wanted to talk to you about, and you grew uneasy.

"Listen, about these incidents... Thor told us all about it, so if you see any freaks following you around, you can message any of us, and we'll come right away." Looking at his serious expression, his bushy brows furrowed, you hoped he eas being sincere with you: you had enough with people you could no longer trust. "And also... that kid, if he's giving you troubles or anything, just let me know, and I'll tell him to keep his hands to himself"

Oh, he was talking about Peter, wasn't he? He had probably seen that silly photo. Wow, you though, Peter was totally right about Instagram: it was the best news source in the academy.

Thanking him for his concern, you laughed a little, convincing him there was nothing serious except for the theft and promising to tell him if anything weird would be going on. While it should have made you feel safer, in fact, you only grew more frustrated with this situation. You wanted to forget about these freaks and just spend you day like any normal student would, but everywhere you went people were staring at you as if you had a horn; one boyfriend or the other was always close to protect you from some unknown danger, and although you believed they tried to help, you hated the feeling they were hiding something from you. Why did you have to be going through all this? Wasn't it really better to drop off school, spend a year working and then apply to a better place?

Thinking of the faces your parents would make once you returned home, you realized it wasn't. This school with all those creeps wasn't worse than home that never felt like a safe place you wanted to come back to. Besides, all money you saved up until now were only good for buying food and things like that: you'd never afford to rent a decent place unless you found a well-paid job. It meant staying with your parents, and it wouldn't be much better than here, just different. If you wanted to drop off, you had to find a good place to stay.

Well, you could at least try, right?

When Peter met you in the library, the two of you no longer talked about anything important, simply studying together to prepare for the exams next week. It didn't feel off: from time to time you met his gaze, and the both of you smiled. You were thankful he didn’t talk about Steve or other guys or that weirdo in the lockers room.

Once you returned home, you went straight to bed, completely exhausted. Luckily, you did much more than yesterday, so you could rest now, but then you thought of Thor kissing you and bit down the pillow, angry at yourself. Why did you keep thinking of him right now?

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When you woke up the next morning, you felt like something was off: your body ached, your throat hurt, and your headache was only making it worse. Dammit, you caught a cold, probably. And that’s when it was finally the day to meet Steve, the guy you thought was a mastermind behind all these manipulations that were making you sick to the core. 

Anyway, it’s not like a mere cold would prevent you from doing everything you had planned. You left your bed and went to the bathroom, moving the dresser before again. 

Honestly, it felt terrible. It was definitely because of that flimsy dress you wore to school yesterday when the weather was becoming chilly. Argh. Watching your puffy eyes and swollen nose, you sneezed. Today you had to apply way more makeup to look decently.

Steve showed up earlier than either Thor or Peter: you had to skip your breakfast, hoping to buy something cheap in the cafeteria.

“Good morning.” He said with his everyday polite expression that soon shifted into a concerned one. “Are you alright?”

What, was it that bad? You did your absolute best to apply enough makeup and do your hair. Did you still look so sick?

“Good morning. Yes, I’m ok, just feeling a little sleepy.” You yawned on purpose, covering your mouth with your hand, and Steve’s face softened.

“Did you study all night?”

“Yep, exams are driving me a little crazy.”

“I understand. I also stayed late last night.”

Of course, the student council president studying all days long to be number one student in the academy. If you didn’t know of his twisted nature, you’d think he was the most typical nerd.

You spent most of the time either in silence or talking about studies, the academy, and everything related to it. Steve acted like a gentleman and a scholar, albeit a little too demonstratively. Walking with you as if he were a king of the place, he constantly replied to greetings of others, waved to his acquaintances and smiled. You felt so off you wanted to find Loki and walk with him: unlike Steve, he was considered unpleasant by the prevailing majority of students.

“Are you sure you’re going to be alright?” America golden boy asked you for the last time, and you forced yourself to smile.

“Of course. Thanks for coming, see you later, Steve.”

As he finally left you in peace, you almost fell down into your chair, your fever only getting worse despite the fact you took some painkillers. It was going to be a long day.

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21 Questions tagging                                        

Rules: answer 21 questions and then tag 21 people who you want to know better.

Thanks for tagging me @i-got-glitter 💖💖💖

• Nickname: I don`t think I have one

• Zodiac: Virgo

• Height: 1,75 cm (5`9)

• Last Movie: Spider Man Into The Spider Verse

• Last Thing I Googled: weather report for tomorrow

• Favorite Musician: well my favorite bands right now are Queen and The Killers and I`m a bit obsessed with Aaron Tveit`s live album

• Song Stuck In My Head: Don't Lose Your Head from Six The Musical

• Other Blogs: none

• Do I Get Asks: sometimes

• Blogs Following: I follow a hundred blogs or so/ Blogs following me...idk I`ll check and edit this post

• Amount of Sleep: 4 hours if I`m lucky

• Lucky Number: 4 and 3

• What I’m Wearing: a white T-shirt and jeans

• Dream Job: Screenwriter (who acts sometimes because I miss it)

• Dream Trip: Paris, New York, London, Ilverness

• Favorite Food: all kinds of pasta, anything spicy and sweet

• Play Any Instruments: I used to play guitar but I haven`t done it in years

• Languages: English, Russian, French, Spanish, Latin (badly)

• Favorite Songs: it changes all the time, but currently I love Don`t Stop Me Now by Queen and Another Hundred People from Company the most

• Random Fact: I used to hate musicals as a kid

• Describe Yourself As Aesthetic Things: a pile of books on a wooden desk next to a cup of coffee/a biker jacket worn with a vintage dress/dark red lipstick/city streets early in the morning

I'm tagging @j0hnmulaney @broadway-fantasy @sleepyandwitchy @nixhydr (if you want to, of course)

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(Eye thing) With a contemplative and, daresay, distressed sigh, "Your thoughts on The Earthquake. And before you say "be specific" I mean to be vague. I am not a reporter here to interrogate you for the next headline. I'm... your friend."

“Of course.”, her lips bent to form a tired smile. 

“To get the more humorous answer out of the way: I miss our residences in San Francisco,even if the weather and I were and never will be compatible.” absently shrugging she took another sip of tea and looking at the bottom of the mug as if the real answer could be found on it. There were no emotional weight behind her words, Thorndale sounded more like a student reading out loud.

“To be honest, I feel conflicted about it. On one hand, I am impressed by the sheer display of power we managed to make. We were at Heaven and were able to see it enfold right in front of us. I felt like a child again, experiencing my very first fireworks.

Now, we know for certain that we are able to shape the face of this planet forever, possibly changing it to our liking in a few years if we continue. In the past it was nothing but pure speculation, fantasies, endless simulations for possible outcomes. But that’s it, just simulations: Without any consequences or long term effects, some of them we might not be able to see for a long time. And then? Will we just keep changing, fixing, whatever might occur until we perceive satisfaction? Until we think we are done? Is there even a ‘done‘?

While I cannot deny that I am impressed, even thrilled by what we have done, I always keep going back to the image of the artist who is obsessed with creating the perfect image - he keeps changing and changing, never satisfied, and at some point he distorted and destroyed everything because he got lost in his vision.”

Chewing on her lower lip, her mismatched eyes looked right past by her visitor and friend - they stopped moving or even blinking, stuck like a broken clockwork. Seconds of silence followed, as if time had stopped as well.

Suddenly, there was a change in her manner - eyes narrowed, slightly twitching and the rest of her body becoming cold, closed off.

“But what had to be done has been done. It was necessary, and we were and are the only ones capable. I consider it our duty.”, a new-found harshness and determination  accompanied her otherwise calm voice.

“If we refuse to intervene, things will only continue to go down the spiral of madness. The immediate consequences might be severe, countless lives will be lost, but they are the sacrifice that has to be made in order for a brighter future. Sometimes, you have to become a little bit more rough to achieve something, because kindness has its limits. Civil approaches are useless against barbarism. Wouldn’t you agree, Walton?”

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I'm ecstatic that you are writing spider-man fics now! I am obsessed with tiny, adorable Peter and of course dad!Tony. Could you do one where Tony has to take sick Peter to a doctor (or bring a doctor to the tower for Peter) but Peter is terrified of doctors because of bad experiences and in his confused state of mind thinks he's being punished/hurt? Thank you!

I’m so sorry this took so long, but it’s finally done and I’ll hopefully be posting some more prompt fills soon. please tell me what you think? I know this one isnt very good but I hope you like it anyway, I kind of based it on the same timeline as my other spider-man fic “I’m sorry, Tony.” So that I could have an excuse as to why he was so afraid of doctors. Anyway thank you so much for the prompt!! It’s called “Fevers, fears, and falls.” 

Peter’s head pounded with each heartbeat, as he swung acrossrooftops. He’d been feeling sick all day, and everyone had told him he shouldgo home, but he was Spider-Man, he couldn’t just take days off.

Ned had been particularly worried, urging him not to go tohis usual after school, extra-curricular activities.

“You’re sick! You shouldn’t even be in class, you can’t gofight crime like this! You could get hurt.” His concerned eyes and quiet wordshad almost convinced Peter to go home, but the thought of someone needing help,while he was slacking off, was intolerable.

He remembered his words to Tony, that first time they met,about why he had become Spider-Man.

“When you can do the things that I can, but you don’t, andthen the bad things happen…they happen because of you.”

He couldn’t let anyone get hurt just because he was feelinga little under the weather. So, there he was, swinging around and pretending hedidn’t want to go to bed.

He crawled up the side of a building and perched on awindowsill as he rubbed at his temples through his mask. Why couldn’t his damnheadache just go away? He had stuff to do, he didn’t have time to be sick.

Karen’s calm voice came to Peter’s ears, quieter than usual,so as not to worsen his already sore head. She was great like that.

“Your temperature just rose by another degree. If itcontinues, it will be classed as a fever and I will have to inform Mr Stark.”

The teenager groaned and fired another web to the nextbuilding. “Don’t call him, I’m fine. I’m just going to do a quick round of thecity to make sure everything’s okay and then I’ll go home.”

He stumbled a little as he got to his feet, and steadiedhimself on the webs he’d placed, before taking a breath and swinging off.

It was harder to focus with a pounding head, and the clammyhot-cold feeling he had over his whole body, but he continued none the less.

It was a quiet afternoon, with only a few minor incidents tohelp with. Peter stopped a mugger before a punch was landed, and returned thestolen bag, as well as helped a class of kids cross the street. The teacher hadbeen very grateful and a few of the kids had clung to his legs and demandedthey were in love with him. That had cheered him up a bit and he didn’t feel souseless.  

But the longer he was out, the worse he felt, and prettysoon he didn’t even have the energy for web slinging.

His head was swirling and it was getting harder to thinkstraight. He wasn’t even sure where he was in the city now, standing on theedge of a building with his fingers pressing to his temples in a furtherattempt to soothe his splitting headache.

Karen’s voice seemed a little further away and swirly thanit had a minute ago.

“Peter, your fever is continuing to rise. I think I shouldcall Mr Stark now.”

The teenager tried to reply but all that came out was amoan, and his head spun further. Having dizzy spells really wasn’t a good ideawhen you were so high up, as Peter was. His vision blurred and his feetstumbled, and he fell.

Karen’s voice called his name, quick and panicked, and Petertried to save himself before he splattered on the concrete. He fired a web andheld on, but it was too late, the web slowed his decent but he still hit theground hard, landing heavily on his left arm.

He thought he heard, and felt, a snap but everything fadedaway to black when his head smacked the ground.

Karen’s voice pulled Peter back to the world of the livingas she called his name.

“Peter, you’re injured. I’m going to call for help.”

The teenager groaned and opened his eyes, blinking to try,and clear his blurry vision, letting out a cry as his broken arm moved.

“No, ugh….don’t call him. I’m fine.”

Calling options flittered across Peter’s vision as Karenselected an emergency call to Mr Stark. Peter was more awake now, and held hisarm carefully to his chest as he tried to talk the AI out of being a tattletale.

“No, no, no, Karen. Don’t call him! I’m fine, I’ll- heyyyyMr Stark.” He sighed and clenched his eyes shut, where he was laying on thecold hard ground.

Tony’s voice was quick and worried.

“Peter? What’s going on, are you okay? F.R.I.D.A.Y said thiswas an emergency call.”

The kid in question tried to keep his voice steady as heslowly sat up, holding his arm to his chest and attempting to get to his feet.He could walk home, and he’d be fine. He stumbled, almost falling over beforehe’d even managed a few steps.

“No, I’m okay. It was a false…hmm…false alarm?” His voicewas shaky and high pitched, and he hadn’t been able to hold back his whimper.

Tony’s voice was harder now, sounding angry. “Don’t lie tome, Peter. If you’re hurt or in trouble, you need to tell me so I can help.”

Karen’s voice came through, bright and efficient, as Petertried his best to stop her.

“Shall I list his symptoms? He’s been experiencing-“

The teenager quickly tried to interrupt, but her voicecontinued and Tony sounded angrier by the second.

“No, don’t tell him! Karen, shut up!”

“Peter!”

Karen carried on as Peter groaned in annoyance. “He’s had asteadily rising fever since this morning, which now stands at 105 degrees. He’salso been experiencing nausea and dizzy spells, which I believe were the causefor his fall.”

Peter winced as Tony’s voice grew to a yell. “You fell?!”

He tried to explain himself, or at least deescalate thesituation, but it seemed like Karen was intent on ratting him out.

“It wasn’t that bad-“

“His left radius is broken. He also sustained a blow to thehead and was unconscious for three point five seconds.”

Peter groaned, over the sound of engines starting on Tony’send of the phone.

“Ugh Karen, stop.”

Tony sounded so angry, his voice quick and hot as he spoketo Peter.

“I’m coming to get you, don’t move. And we will talk aboutyou lying to me.”

He hung up, and Peter sighed, finding a step to sit on inthe alleyway he was hiding out in. He had never felt more like a child beingtold off by a parent, than he did at that moment, and Karen remained guiltilysilent.

“Why’d you have to tell him? He’s so mad at me now.”

Karen’s voice was calm. “It is in my programming to keep yousafe, and report your activates to Mr Stark. He wants to take care of you, andyou should let him.”

God, what a mess. Tony was going to be so mad at him, andhe’d probably get grounded or something. How was he supposed to explain this tohis Aunt?

‘Hey, I fell off a building but it’s okay I just broke abone or two.’ She was going to lose her mind and he’d never be able to leavethe house again.

It didn’t take long for Tony to find his young ward, andPeter looked up at him as he came storming down the alleyway.

Tony couldn’t breathe properly, his chest constricting withworry as he took in the slumped, dirty form of Peter, sitting on a step withhis arm pressed firmly to his chest.

His mask was off and he looked pale, save for the flush offever across his cheeks and the blooming bruise across his forehead.

Tony ran over to the kid and took hold of his shoulders,looking him over for damage. Peter winced slightly at the touch on his arm, andTony quickly moved his hands to Peter’s face, cupping his jaw and brushing backhis hair to look in his eyes.

“Are you okay? Are you, all right? Look at me, Peter!” Hisface was creased in concern, making Peter feel guilty.

The teenager sighed, voice quiet. “I’m okay, Tony.”

Mr Stark sighed in relief and let go of the kid, clenchinghis hands into fists as he stood. He sounded angry again, and Peter kept his eyeson the ground.

“Why would you try and keep this from me? Why would you goout when you’re sick and not want to tell me when you needed help? You couldhave been seriously hurt! You’re lucky it’s just a broken arm and not a crackedopen skull!”

Peter was finding it hard to keep himself together. He wasso tired, and he felt awful. He just wanted the pain to stop, and he wanted togo to bed.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want you to think I couldn’t handleit.”

Tony yelled again, and while Peter knew it was just becausehe was worried, it still made him want to cry.

“You don’t have to handle anything Peter, you’re a kid andyou’re sick and you need to see a doctor. Come on, I’m taking you to thehospital.”

That got the teenagers attention. His head snapped up tolook at Tony, his eyes wide and scared.

“No, I’m fine. I don’t need to go, I’ll go home and-“

“Your arm is broken and you have a fever, you can’t go homelike this. We’re going, Peter, so do what you’re told and let’s go.”

The teenager shook his head, getting unsteadily to his feetas he tried to back away from the other man. Tony frowned in confusion at theresponse from the kid; he looked terrified.

“No, Mr Stark. Please don’t make me go. I’m sorry I didn’ttell you right away, just please don’t make me go. I can’t- there’s too muchthere and-”

Tony raised his hands, trying to calm the kid down before hefull on panicked. He slowly came and took his good shoulder. “Hey, calm down,it’s okay. Just breathe and tell me what’s wrong. Why don’t you want to go?Your arm must really hurt, don’t you want it fixed?”

Peter’s breaths came shaky, and his eyes were a littleunfocused, worrying Tony further. Maybe he shouldn’t have yelled.

“My senses just make everything so intense, and hospitalsalways smell so bad. It’s sharp and awful and the lights are so bright it hurtsmy head. My spider senses just go crazy, everyone there is hurt or dying and Ican feel it coming its…It’s scary. I can’t go, please don’t make me.”

Peter groaned again, letting out a whimper as he held hisbroken arm close. The poor kid felt horrible and it was getting harder to keepcalm.

Tony felt guilty for yelling at him, watching as Peter kepthis face low, and tried to wipe his eyes without the other man noticing.

Tony gently wrapped an arm around him, guiding him back tothe step and sitting down, keeping his voice low and soft as he tried toreassure him.

“Okay, you don’t have to go to a hospital. I’m sorry foryelling before, I just can’t have you lying to me. I have to know I can trustyou; I have to know you’re okay. Do you understand?”

Peter sniffed again and nodded, leaning a little into Tony’sshoulder, probably without realising. He was so tired.

Tony sighed in relief. What was he going to do with thiskid?

“Okay…I know you don’t want to see any doctors, but youstill need to get checked out, so I’ll take you to the Avenger’s tower. I havea team of people there that can help, and you don’t even have to go to themedical wing to see them, I’ll have them come up to your room.”

Peter didn’t want to go at all, but…

“Wait, I have a room? At the Avengers tower.”

Tony looked down at him, frowning. “Well, yeah I set it upfor you in case you wanted to join the Avengers or… I don’t know wanted to moveout of your aunts. There’s some pretty cool stuff in there, I think you’ll likeit. Of course, Vision is still figuring out the walls and doors rules, but youget used to him.”

Peter rubbed his eyes again with his good hand, as Tonygently helped him to his feet and led him to the waiting car. Happy didn’tcomment as Tony slid Peter into the back and did his seat belt for him.

“Happy, take us home. Hey, don’t fall asleep yet, okay Pete?You hit your head, so we gotta get that checked before you go taking any naps.”

Peter didn’t say much on the drive there, just stared outthe window and tried to keep his arm still.

He was so worn out when they got there, that Tony kept ahand on his back as he led him inside, taking him straight up to his room,which was pretty freaking cool.

Peter’s energy came back in a second as he took in his room.It was amazing, there was a huge bed, and shelves full of books and movies andgames, but best of all was a lab! Connected to his room! Tony smiled proudly asPeter took a look around, smiling at the computers and hardware set up for himto tinker with.

“Woah, this is awesome.”

“I thought you could make your webs here, since you usuallydo it in class. This way you won’t get caught. There’s some other stuff too, soyou can keep building your computers and what not.”

Peter almost forgot about how crap he was feeling, lookingaround at everything that Tony had done for him.

Tony, always being a little overprotective, gently placedhis hands at Peter’s back, leading him to a chair.

“Here, sit down. I don’t think you should be spending toomuch time on your feet. You can play with this stuff later, I’ll tell your auntyou’re spending the night helping with a project. I’m going to call one of themedical staff down here, to check you over okay?”

Peter nodded, and seemed to be okay with the plan, until theDoctor walked in. She was kind, and politely greeted Mr Stark before addressingher patient.

“Hello, you must be Peter.”

Tony didn’t know what he was expecting but he was surprised,nonetheless, when Peter shot up from his chair, backing away from the doctor asif he was about to make a run for it.

The older man came towards him, hands raised. There had tobe more than just a sensory issue for Peter to be so scared of her, but hedecided not to press for now; they had more urgent concerns.

Peter’s skin felt clammy and far too warm, under Tony’shands, where he tried to take his good wrist, and the kid shrunk away from histouch, eyes never leaving the doctor.

“Peter, come on, you’re safe. Let her help you.” His eyeswere wide and scared, and his chest rose and fell with rapid pants. He wasterrified, his voice small and weak.

“Please don’t make me.”

Tony tried again, meeting the kid’s eyes with his own, andoffering a reassuring smile.

“I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to,and I won’t leave you, okay? I’m going to stay right here the whole time. She’snot going to hurt you, Peter. You’re in pain and you’re sick, just let her help.Come on.”

The teenager was clearly not happy about it, but he wastired and his arm hurt so bad, so he relented and followed Tony to sit down onhis bed.

The doctor came over, kind smile on her face, and kept herarms behind her back as she spoke.

“Mr Stark said you weren’t feeling too great, and it lookslike you’ve hurt your arm pretty bad. Do you mind if I take a look?”

Peter hesitated, No, he didn’t want some strange ladytouching his already sore arm. He frowned at her, like a petulant child.

“Don’t touch it.”

Tony’s voice came, reprimanding the teenagers hostile tone.“Peter, she’s trying to help you.”

The young doctor smiled and carefully brought her handscloser to the injured boy.

“I’ll be as gentle as I can, but I do need to touch it a bitin order to find the breaks. It’ll be over soon.”

She brought her hands closer to him, reaching for his arm,but her fingers barely brushed his skin before he was pulling back and tryingto move away from her. Tony’s arm came around his back, holding him in placewhile the Doctor gently took the broken arm.

True to her word, she was gentle as possible and she quicklytook her hands back once she was finished.

“I will need an x-ray but it looks to be a clean break.We’ll get a cast on it as soon as I’m sure it’s set in the right place.”

Peter looked less nervous now that he knew the worst wasover, but he still kept his glassy gaze on the doctor in case she triedanything he didn’t like.

He flinched when she placed her hand at his forehead, andsquirmed when she flashed lights on his eyes. Tony couldn’t help but noticethat Peter was pressing against him more and more, either to find comfort orget away from the woman.

Once she had finished her examination, and gone to set upthe xray, Tony turned to the kid.

“What’s really going on with you? And don’t tell me it’sjust because of your senses because that’s not it. You’re really scared ofher.”

Peter, didn’t say anything at first, keeping his head lowand avoiding Tony’s eyes. But finally, he sighed, voice almost a whisper.

“I just…After what happened with Thanos and me gettingstabbed. I only remember pieces of when you brought me to the hospital, but Iwas alone and in pain and I was so scared. And the doctors just kept stickingthings in me and yelling, and I couldn’t block any of it out. My sensescouldn’t handle it all and now…I just don’t like Doctors okay? It brings toomuch of it back.”

Tony felt awful all over again. Just more guilt to add tothe pile.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I didn’t want to leave you there,but the fight-“

Peter shrugged as much as he could without hurting his armfurther. “It’s okay, it’s not your fault. You saved my life, and I know thosedoctors were there to help me, but it doesn’t make it easier.”

Tony didn’t reply, because he knew that Peter would deny it,but it was his fault. Tony was the one that had brought Peter into the wholemess, and he was the one that Peter had been protecting when he got hurt. Hecouldn’t take the pain away and he couldn’t do much to ease Peters new foundphobia, but at least he could be there for him.

Tony stayed by Peter’s side during the x-ray, and when hegot his cast on, and he was there when the Doctor gave her diagnosis as to whyPeter was feeling so unwell.

“You haven’t been eating enough. With your abilities andheightened metabolism, your body uses up a lot more energy than normal, and ifyou don’t give your body what it needs it starts to deteriorate. Just make sureyou get some extra protein and carbs in and maybe add another meal or two,especially when you’re out doing your super hero thing.”

She gave Peter some meds to take and readjusted the sling onhis arm.

“For now, just get some rest and try and stay off your feet.You don’t have a concussion but you may have some extra sensitivity to lightfor a little while so just be aware of that. Other than that, you’ll be fine.It was nice to meet you Peter.”  

Tony shook her hand and thanked her as she left, turningback to the teenager when she was gone.

“Okay, you heard her. Time for bed, for the Spider-kid.”

Peter yawned, smiling just a little at the name, andaccepted Tony’s help to pull the rest of the suit off. He was too tired to feelany real embarrassment as the older man pulled the blankets over him, and hesighed tiredly as Tony carefully placed his casted arm on an extra pillow.

He looked down at the teenager, those bright eyes blinking upat him, and smiled.

“Goodnight, Pete.”

“Goodnight Mr Stark, and thanks for taking care of me. Itmeans a lot.”

Tony turned out the lights as he left, sending him one lastsmile. “Yeah well, you mean a lot so… get some rest. I’ll wake you in a fewhours for dinner.”

After all that happened, even the worst, most horribleparts, were sort of worth it to be seen as important by his hero. And although Peterdidn’t remember all that much about his parents, but he thought that havingTony must be what having a dad felt like.

(PLeaSE tell me what you think seriously this took days and my brain died multiple times while writing it so please be gentle with me. I seriously love you guys so much for your continued support, it means so so much to me.)