#Parker luck strikes again and again and again

[dandelion-blues]

#4 What if...

after the world forgot Peter Parker's existence, Peter moves to Hell's Kitchen, gets a symbiote, and is surrounded by parental vigilantes?

Ever since Peter Parker got bitten by that radioactive spider at 14, everything, from his senses, to his strength, to his durability, has been enhanced. What Peter didn’t know is that his enhanced healing also comes with increased longevity. His cells are aging much more slowly. Thus, a freshly turned 18 year old Peter barely looks 16. Of course, Peter just assumes he has an extreme baby face. Still, when you legally don’t exist, and everyone forgot you even existed, it’s hard to acquire a place of residence for a decent job when he looks nowhere near adulthood.

It turns out the only place even willing to give him a shot and will accept the meager money he has for an apartment is the corrupt Hell's Kitchen.

Sure it’s no Queens, but Peter will do his best to help people out.

All he has now is Spider-man. The world doesn’t need Peter Parker, after all.

So, when an isolated Peter comes across some sentient black goo who gives Peter company. He doesn’t really have it in him to complain. Plus, his new black suit is sick!

Now, if only Daredevil and even the Punisher (and about every other vigilante Peter sees) would just leave him to do his patroling alone and stop trying to be friends (it feels more like parenting, really) with him.

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[dyinggirldied]

Undereage Superheroes On The Rise: A Morally and Ethically Cause of Concern?

It's supposed to be another clickbait news but it comes at the time when the existence of ghost was recently proved factual at a small town in Illinois along witha its dead teenage superhero, when the heroes of Paris and by large France accidentally revealed they weren't adults at all, not even close, when Spiderman was unmasked to be 16-year-old Peter Parker, when the Young Justice was wounded in a large scale attack.

Most of the people involved and not involved are not having fun.

(This is inspired by the Miraculous fanfic The Growing Pains of Child Soldiers by BloodWolf13, a fic which I recommend you read since it is very, very good. Hits all my whump and angst points)

[witchofthesouls]

Imagine if because of Stark they too start trying to get buddy with Peter maybe trying helping with his spider vigilantism

Bot/Con: Aren't you too young to do that

Peter:*his poor fake adult voice* .. I do my taxes

Or its insecticons that get first to Peter cuz

Insecticons: One of us one of us one of us-

Peter: ??

The funny part is that Parker would need to file taxes as a minor because the internship is most likely a paid position. Stark Industries treat their staff very well.

Peter would most likely have tensions with the Insecticons as he's a lone wolf compared to a well-connected Hive. It gets more complicated as Peter doesn't even realize that he's subconsciously responding to Insecticon cues, nor does he have cultural references or understanding to navigate it. Poor Peter will get so confused and hurt because he thinks he's making ways, but the Insecticons are seeing a young upstart that's constantly challenging the hierarchy all over the place.

Sure, there will be a few exceptions, mainly the ones that deal with other vehicular frames, but the Insecticons will treat him like an outsider. Better than the other alt-modes. Very wishy washy, though.

My god, but if Peter Parker was a Penny Parker, then life would get even weirder as the Insecticons would hail their new Queen. She is young and impressive and needs to taken back to the Hive for proper education. Poor thing doesn't know what she's missing.

[hyfaesyren]

bots on instagram who keep trying to follow my private unsearchable account - pls stop

[hamborgerqueen]

Starve a Fever (dpxdc)

Act 1: The Aftermath Never Looks Pretty

Scene 1: Hot Knife

Danny thought he was safe from disaster after everything he’d been through. He’d saved Amity Park from Ghosts and their Hunters time and again. Ancients, he saved the entire Ghost Zone—the Infinite Realms itself—from its very own tyrannical ruler when the fruitloop woke that damn Pariah Dark up from his forever nap. He even saved the world from his own future self, and it horrifies him to think about the thermos and its inhabitant locked away in the Long Now.

Yet, disaster strikes. It always has to in Danny’s life. Danny’s starting to think he was never meant to exist without disaster. That he’s cursed to forever half-live with everything crashing down around him no matter what he does. In another timeline, all it took for his entire family, his best friends, and the one good teacher in his life to be killed was him cheating on one stupid fucking test.

And in this one, all it took for the destruction of everything Danny ever cared about was for him to have a sleepover.

He should’ve known. He should’ve expected those bozos in white to try their luck again in destroying the Ghost Zone. Ever since they started kidnapping and experimenting on Ghosts, Danny has been working overtime to thwart them; he’s been endlessly ruining their bases, freeing their captives, and scaring them off of his streets.

But they’re like roaches, always coming back. It had gotten to the point that Amity Parkers, including his very own parents, got tired of their shit and started retaliating against their presence.

So, he should’ve expected this. Should have known that the GIW would take advantage of his parent’s portal once again. But this time, instead of the GIW getting permission to use the Portal, they invaded his home, killed his family, and shot a bomb into the Zone before Danny even woke up.

At least, that’s what Danny assumes is what happened, because there’s nothing left of his home to even figure out what really happened. If he had to make a guess, Danny would say the Ghost Zone acted on its own to protect itself, pushing out as much ectoplasm as it could to combat all the anti-ectoplasm that was shot in. Because that’s about the only thing Danny can think of that would destabilize the portal and the Zone that badly. The U.S. and the world is lucky that the explosion only took out half of Illinois.

Yeah, Danny thinks as he stares at the ashes of his home, lucky.

That’s what he must be too to have survived it all. From what Danny can remember, he’d woken up to the start of the explosion and didn’t even have enough time to transform before he felt like the portal opened up on him a second time. The tearing of his entire being, the evisceration of what makes him human—of what makes him a Ghost—and the subsequent nothingness until he woke up again.

It must have been weeks, months, maybe even a year. Danny couldn’t know for sure. All he’s done since he woke up is float above the remains of his home and feel every fissure in his core grow wider.

He failed them. Danny failed. He’d let go of his responsibilities—took a day off—and this is what happens. He’s lost everyone. His mom, dad, Jazz, Tucker, Sam—everyone. And there’s nothing he can do to fix it. He has no way to access the Ghost Zone, not unless he bows down to Vlad, if the fruitloop is even still around, or conveniently finds a natural portal. And even if he could get into the Zone and find Clockwork, it’s likely that if Clockwork could have done anything to stop this reality from happening then the Ghost would have done so already.

Which leads Danny to know this from deep within his heart, his core—

This was always meant to be.

Danny was always meant to lose everything.

The pain from accepting this breaks him, and all he can do is collapse into the ashes of his haunt and wail.

Scene 2: Genesis

Danny can't remember another day where his core didn’t throb, and his heart didn’t hurt. It seems like he's in a perpetual state of pain with his Obsession screaming from within him to fix what was done to his haunt, snarling at him to pick himself up and take on his responsibility (whatever that could be now that the Ghost Portal is destroyed along with his entire town).

Danny is starting to see how Dan truly came to be inevitable. He’s tried to block out his Ghost half by staying in his human form and depriving himself of any ectoplasm-rich environment, but his core still thrums with his heartbeat even though both his human body and his Ghost is weak. He’s so weak that he's even wound up passing out multiple times in random alleyways in random cities, or on the side of highways, walking toward a destination he doesn’t know and doesn’t care to figure out. If he feels himself coming across a place with higher ambient ectoplasm, he turns tail and runs.

What's worse is that there’s an anger within him that incites an even greater fear. It’s so strong that, in his lowest moments, he begs for the Ancients to be merciful. It’s gotten down to the point where all Danny can think of to stop himself from going ballistic is truly to bite the bullet.

But then he thinks about how Dani might still be out there, and it makes him continue walking. Vlad’s still missing; the fruitloop being the first person Danny tried to find, but there was no trace of him in Illinois nor in Wisconsin. Danny can only hope beyond anything that Dani might still be around, maybe even searching for him too. She said the last time they met—which from what Danny learned was around seven months ago and a month before the incident—that she’d be in the states for a while. A while being anywhere near one week or a full year. Danny desperately wants her to have meant a full year.

With no way to easily track his clone—the very last of his family, his people, his haunt, his responsibility—since every single piece of Ghost Hunting equipment blown up with the GIW and his parents inventions, Danny has been going off of his internal compass, letting his core direct him. It’s about the only thing that he lets his core do, no matter how much it screams at him to let out everything he’s holding inside.

Anyhow, it’s a very wishy-washy way of tracking since he’s trying to avoid areas rich with ectoplasm and other such places like Fawcett city that are so intertwined with the extranormal that they’re bound to affect his Ghost-half. He doesn’t know exactly where he’s being directed, but there’s a definite path. Every time he’s strayed from going due East, his core would roar and thrash within him until he redirects himself.

Danny almost regrets going off the whims of his core when he winds up in Gotham, a city bound to death and debauchery. He can feel his core sucking in every ounce of ectoplasm it can. The only thing keeping him from getting the hell out of dodge is the tugging on his core, the distant feeling of ectoplasm so familiar that he’d think it was his own if not for the fact he knows it’s not. If he digs into the feeling, Danny can make out all that makes Dani’s ecto-signature unique from his own, almost like an appraiser seeing every little detail defining an art piece as unique to its artist’s style.

Danny knows with every fiber of his being, even betting on his non-existent grave (something that somehow carries more weight than one would think), that Dani was at least in this city recently, if not in it now.

He drags his starving body through the bowels of Gotham, letting his eyes wander to the neon signs that mingle amongst the gargoyles. Danny doesn’t know much about the city, other than what his parents told him; of which was that he should never go there unless he wants to gamble his life away or die in a shoot-out between the various mobs, or in a rogue attack. He also remembers his parents trying to spook him with a rumor about there being a crime-lord so powerful that he strikes fear into the hearts of every criminal, rogue, and mob-boss in Gotham. A single man—the Batman, his parents would whisper as if simply saying his name could summon him even though they were nearly a thousand miles away—who stops at nothing to fulfill his mission.

Now his parents never told him what that mission was, but Danny really didn’t care to know and even just thinking about his mom and dad drives the hatchet deeper into the fissures of his core.

His feet, bare and bloody, scrap across the concrete, and Danny pushes himself to go faster as his nose picks up the actual scent of Dani—his clone, his cousin, his sister, his family, his haunt. Danny doesn’t even care that the nighttime stragglers—the gamblers, the drunks, the working girls, the homeless, and everyone else—are giving him an even wider berth as he starts to fling his head around, trying to catch the trail his core cries for him to follow. He forgets the pain from his hunger, the glass digging into his souls, and the strengthening of his Ghost as he finally, finally has a direct path to Dani.

Danny doesn’t even realize that he’s running until he’s already coming upon an abandoned building that’s drenched with ectoplasm. In the back of his mind, Danny makes the connection from the gaudy sign out front that this must have been some Ghost Hunter’s business, one that could actually do their job based on slight tang of blood blossoms. But the thought stays in the back of his mind until Danny rushes into the basement and sees it.

There, in the very center of the musty basement, is a circle of dried blood blossoms surrounding a very intricately written spell that Danny can’t make out because there’s a massive splatter of ectoplasm soaking the concrete. A splatter of ectoplasm that his core recognizes. A splatter that he lets himself drop onto his knees in front of, desperately grasping at the dissipating ectoplasm that smells like his own, but he knows it isn’t because it’s—

It's—

His core stalls like a car engine when you've pressed too hard on the gas. Danny feels the electricity inside of him crackle. Goosebumps spread across his arm, and his hair stands on end. The static in the air climbs, and there’s half a second before Danny’s humanity slips away in a lightning strike of pure white.

Danny takes that time to breathe in.

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uuhhhhh okay well this is from my Thomas Wayne Batman thing here's the description lmao

Thomas Wayne (Batman) wards Danny Fenton (Phantom) after shenanigans and Amity Park plus half of Illinois exploding itself due to the Ghost Portal destabilizing after the GIW send a rocket of anti-ectoplasm into it. The Ghost Zone acted on its own to protect itself, pushing out as much ectoplasm as it could to combat all the anti-ectoplasm that was shot in. Luckily, it only took out half a state instead of the entire country.

[themculibrary]

Field Trip To Stark Industries Masterlist 3

part one, part two

Anything For You (ao3) - pancake_thursday G, 8k

Summary: Peter Parker is going on a trip to Stark Industries. Flash Thompson is a bully. Tony Stark just wants his favorite spider-kid to be happy. --- If Peter was uncertain before, he was certain now. He had to go on this trip. Just yesterday Flash had punched his lights out behind the storage shed. He received looks in the hallway, eye-rolls, and heard whispered conversations he shouldn’t have been able to hear from teachers. The Stark internship wasn’t the problem, it was that no one believed little orphan Peter Parker. Besides Ned and MJ of course. And while everything would never stop, what if he went on the trip and proved it?

dog days are over (ao3) - syzdiezel T, 50k

Summary: Peter looked at Ned for support, who slowly nodded. “Okay yeah… if I was in your shoes, this would be very humiliating,”

“Thank you, Ned,” Peter smiled and turned towards MJ to stick out his tongue at her, who muttered a ‘real mature’ back at him.

“But… well… I’m not in your shoes. So, to me, it is kind of funny,” Ned shrugged, and MJ started cackling.

“Ned!” Peter groaned. Did nobody understand his plight?

-

Peter and his AcaDec team go to Stark Industries on a field trip. But that’s in two weeks. Until then, Peter has a lot of surprises waiting for him, that could change his life for the better… or worse. You really never know which one might happen when the Avengers are involved.

holy moly (it's a real do-nothing day) (ao3) - RJam9 T, 36k

Summary: (i could change address and try another state, i could change my name, it won't do anything)

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The school year has managed to continue on without incident, even with the Rogue Avengers having officially been pardoned. However, what is more important is that the Midtown High Academic Decathlon Team won their national competition. Technically, they don’t get any awards other than boring money stuff from it, which — when Tony Stark hears about it — he intends to rectify.

Which means they get a special, end-of-the-year field trip to Stark Industries on the behalf of Tony’s two interns; Peter Parker and Harley Keener.

Peter is not enjoying this. Harley might be enjoying this a bit too much.

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(or, since i’ve technically already done a twitter fic, i’m tackling the next biggest trope in irondad content — welcome to the mandatory field trip fic, everybody!)

If I Can Be Like That (I Can Do Anything) (ao3) - JAWorley T, 12k

Summary: Peter and his class get to Stark Industries for their field trip, but when they get to the front desk there’s no tour guide waiting. Instead Happy pulls Peter aside and tells him the tour guides are all out sick with the flu, and that Pepper wants Peter to lead the tour. Peter’s not freaking out… totally not. He can do this (maybe) if he can just channel Mr. Stark for the day.

OR

Peter is doing his best, Flash is being a jerk, Mr. Harrington is awesome, and Peter and Tony get some important things figured out.

Interim Intern (ao3) - Singing_Siren G, 7k

Summary: The moment Peter hears Mr. Harrington say the words “field trip” and “Stark Industries” in the same sentence, he knows he’s doomed. Not even Flash’s repetitive and entirely too uncreative taunts can snap him out of the daze he falls into at the sight of the field trip permission slip with STARK INDUSTRIES printed in big, bold letters. Oh, boy.

Another Field Trip to Stark Industries fic featuring SI Legal being BAMF, Peter and Harley as genius siblings, a new fledgling AI, and daily life at a tech giant like SI

it starts with a series of unfortunate events (ao3) - raccoons_bubbles_killerG, 2k

Summary: parker luck strikes again, and peter doesn't realize until it's too late

or; due to a series of unfortunate events, peter is left in the dark about the upcoming field trip to, *drum rolls* stark industries! and of course it wouldn't be funny if his acadec team didn't surprise him in the middle of a rush on the job

Just Greeaaat (Or: A Flashlight?) (ao3) - Writing_Desk_Raven T, 5k

Summary: One of Midtown High School's classes gets a special treat - a tour of Stark Industries. Which is just greeaaat for one Peter Parker, who's trying to keep the extent of his involvement there under wraps. In a place where everyone knows you, your classmates don't believe you've even met anyone, and where you actually do end up having a job to get done, what are you supposed to do?

(Alternatively: The one where a flashlight is a lot more than just bright.) (ONESHOT)

Just My Luck (ao3) - butwhyytho mj/peter T, 18k

Summary: Peter Parker is balancing school, his "internship" as Spiderman, his actual internship with Tony Stark, and the pressures of being a teen genius. Of course, his school field trip will take place at Stark Industries. How will he keep his identity a secret? More importantly, how will he keep the Avengers from embarrassing him in front of his entire class?

Features Ned, MJ, and Peter friendship, IronDad, and fun with both the Avengers and Stark employees.

Neon Liar (Hiding In Plain Sight) (ao3) - isaDanCurtisproduction T, 70k

Summary: Peter is stuck between a rock and a hard place. Or more literally, he's stuck between the will of ten other teenagers and the knowledge that if anyone finds out he's living with the Avengers he can kiss his normal high school life goodbye. Can he keep it a secret from his classmates that he's living with the world's loudest superheroes? And can he keep it a secret from the Avengers that he's accidentally bringing his classmates home for a field trip?

And once he starts hiding things, keeping secrets, and lying, will he be able to stop?

And even more importantly: will Ned be able to keep his mouth shut long enough for Peter's secrets to stay a secret?

At least MJ can be trusted to keep a lid on things

nobody knows (ao3) - oriocookie G, 6k

Summary: Peter was dreading going to school. He’d been up for half an hour now, pacing around, fiddling with his hair so bad it looked like several small rodents had taken up residence there.

Because today. Today was the day he’d been fearing for a month. The day of the Field Trip.

Peter had taken every precaution to ensure that everything would go right, and that his secret identities, as both Spider-Man and the secret adoptive son of Tony Stark, wouldn’t be revealed.

Permission Required (ao3) - harrysthirdghost G, 4k

Summary: Peter Parker is just your average high school genius who works as an intern for Stark Industries, and is very close with Tony Stark himself. Somehow, his high school’s science class managed to book a tour of the building he practically lives in.

Peter Parker's Perfect Field Trip (ao3) - The_Mishamigo N/R, 3k

Summary: After saving his classmates at the Washington monument, Stark Industries’ offers them a tour as a way to lift their spirits… and it’s obviously not because Tony Stark wants to embarrass Peter Parker.

Snazzy Suits, Decathlon Trips, and the Almighty Intern Lab (ao3) - ironfidus G, 24k

Summary: Once the students have wheeled their eyes back around to face her, awestruck and visibly eager for a rundown, Roxanne beams and explains, “What we have here is hands-down one of the most exciting intern labs in the entire building. More importantly, it’s our only intern lab that combines students from multiple scientific disciplines. But I’ll let the lab director tell you all about it—Dr. Grayson, if you would?”

“Hello, Midtown,” LD Grayson says cheerfully, “and welcome to Lab 17A!”

“Or as we like to call it,” one of his interns pipes up, grinning impishly behind thick glasses, “the Cool Kidz’ Lab. With a Z.”

—

Or: Peter goes on a field trip to his workplace, bonds with fellow interns and secret coworkers, and watches it all (not) blow up in his face.

ft. A visit from Tony Dramatic Stark, the Academic Decathlon team living up to their reputation as complete nerds, and Ned finally getting the internship he deserves—not necessarily in that order.

Still Better Than Last Year's Field Trip (ao3) - mytimeconsumingsidehobby G, 2k

Summary: For once a field trip goes fine. Mostly.

The Field Trip (ao3) - Angeeelatin G, 5k

Summary: The field trip fic.

Or: how peter's team decided enough was enough and invited midtown over to SI to deal with their baby boss' bullying issue . Surprisingly, they didn't have to do a thing.

At SI, Peter Parker bows to no one, especially not to an entitled brat like Flash Thompson or this asshole from the military who came to stir up trouble.

There is Happiness (ao3) - See_the_starlight T, 6k

Summary: After moving into Stark Industries, the last thing Peter wanted was to take a field trip to his own house. Peter really hoped that today would go off without a hitch. Of course, the universe had to have other things to say about that.

Just a classic field trip fic, with a little bit of angst sprinkled in there.

The Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Field Trip (ao3) - its_kale_chip G, 19k

Summary: Peter is just trying to live a normal life: going to school, being spiderman, and spending every free moment he has at the avengers tower. When it is announced that his chemistry class will be taking a field trip to SI, Peter panics as he watches his worlds collide.

Welcome To The Avengers Compound (ao3) - funkylittlebidiot mj/peter, tony/stephen G, 10k

Summary: Peter didn’t respond, simply pointing a blank and exhausted stare at the wall opposite his bed, trying to switch his brain on and shake off the remnants of sleep that clung to his skin. The windows were still dark despite FRIDAY having pulled up the blinds already, and it took a moment of confusion to realize his usual wake-up music was, in fact, playing.

Tony turned to leave, probably in search of his second cup of coffee as he waited on the boys to get ready, but called back at him from the hallway. “Don’t forget you have your field trip today!”

When Plans Fail (ao3) - OrangeOranges G, 3k

Summary: Another SI field trip from yours truly, featuring Peter Parker and his potty mouth.

Peter makes all the plans to avoid the Avengers and anyone else from embarrassing him in front of his classmates. However, this plan backfires when he meets an unlikely roadblock: his non-existent mouth filter.

When spiders tour their houses, chaos ensues (ao3) - pirateninja9 harley/peter, mj/shuri T, 7k

Summary: "I am very pleased to announce that we’ve been invited for an overnight tour at Stark Industries.”

Join Peter and his Academic decathlon team on a chaotic field trip to the Stark Industries. Featuring a bullying teacher and student, a confused tour guide and many Avengers shenanigans. With luck like his, Peter should have known this would be as far from a normal tour as possible.

[l0vergirlatheart]

surprise attack hugs! [omori.]

alt. title; surprising the RL!Sextet (6) by hugging them when they're least expecting it.

warnings/tws; suggestive-spoilers during MARI's part.

req. by; none

chars. used; HERO, MARI, SUNNY, AUBREY, BASIL, KEL.

song of the day; Hug Me - Pharrell Williams & Trey Parker

a/n's; yes i used a despicable me song, what are you gonna do about it? also, platonic or romantic? up to you to decide.

by continuing from this point on you understand that it is your fault if you see any opinions that you do not agree with and that make you mad. you will not take it out on me or anyone else who enjoys/agrees with them, and you especially will not do anything illegal/dangerous to them or myself.

images do not belong to me and belong to their rightful owners.

HERO.

i couldn't find a header for him D:

Ah yes, that one man who always seems to have nearly everything under control... but he really doesn't.

He's quite easy to fluster, as long as you know how to.

It's quite funny and ironic, actually. He's flirtatious with those he's close with (and has nearly the same age with.)

He never misses a beat, but when he does, it's usually 'cause he's either stressed or thinking about something.

Either way, that is your time to strike!

Hug him from behind as he's thinking and he'll jump out of surprise.

He'll whip his head towards you, already blushing also out of surprise.

Give him a wink and a smug smile, and he'll be hiding his flushing-red face behind his hands, mumbling god-knows-what in them.

Pull him closer to you and dude will pass the fuck out.

He has no idea how to respond, and you haven't even said anything yet.

(if you do say something, whisper it in his ear, it'll make him explode.)

in the end, he's frozen stiff in your arms.

if you let go for some odd reason, the "effects" don't immediately wear off, but give him a minute or two. or three. maybe four.

well however long, he'll probably still be blushing 'till the day's over.

he's so cute grrr

222 words.

MARI.

woah how'd you catch her off-guard???

like????

she always seem(ed)s to be ready for everything

so when you manage to give her a surprise hug, she's obviously not prepared for it.

just dont do it by the stairs.

she'll turn around rather quickly, so you'd better be holding on before you fall down!

if you don't fall down, great! she can easily hug you back, just 10x harder <3

if you do fall down, worry not! the great MARI will catch you!

probably catches you in one of those dip-like positions you see in dance moves or those dramatic romance movie scenes

if so,

expect kisses <333 (w/ consent ofcofc,, she's a respectful queen <333)

then she'll help you up and hug you tighter

probably says somethings like 'oh my, you startled me darling! next time please give me a warning!'

all in all, respectful and pretty queen<333

151 words.

SUNNY.

waaah i couldn't find a header for him either :(

dude is spacing out every 30 seconds,,, you can easily surprise hug him nearly 98% of the time

just run up behind him, and hug him!!

it's that simple

my dude probably jumps, flinches, and stiffs up in that order

just be like 'surprise, it's me!!' and he'll calm down.

turns around and owlishly blinks at you a couple of times

then he turns back around, small blush covering his cheeks

dude's temperature went from -34°F to 150°C /hj

naur cause dude barely had any body warmth 'till you hugged him

probably gonna stay inside your arms for a bit longer.

he can't help it!! you're just so warm!!

it's your fault for hugging him in the first place!!

just let him indulge in the moment for a bit <3

dont let him fall asleep though, 'cause he will, and then you're stuck there 'till he wakes up again.

lmao tough luck

but hey

at least he's happy.

for once.

169 words.

AUBREY.

OH EM GEE GIRLBOSS PUSSY SLAY QUEEN???

OFF-GUARD?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?

WHAT KIND OF SORCERY IS THIS??? (the power of plot, baby /hj)

just like

make sure that before you hug her

she's not ready to attack you with her bat

'cause that'll hurt like a fothermucker

so if she isn't ready to commit 30 charges of aggravated assault and 27 acts of public disruption, go for it!

don't aim for the neck tho lolol

she'll probably throw you off by spinning around so fast

so like

hug her by the stomach/waist

and pull her close

and then

GERMAN SUPLEX

and then put your head on her shoulder, and whisper a small 'hi'

her face is almost as pink as her hair

and you've only said one word

lord help her she is such a tsundere

she'll just like

freeze up for a second

and if you're doing this in front of her friends???

lord expect a really long scolding

even though it's more yelling than scolding

eh, whatever

but doing it in private is your best option

she'll just look away and pat your arm a bit

you two are then left alone in comfortable silence <333

200 words.

BASIL.

bestie he will pass out out of pure fear /hj

but after he realizes it's you,, he'll just be flustered

i mean, he could never even imagine having the courage to do that to someone

especially not you /pos..???

but that's just him

back to the point,,,

you,, are hugging,,, him,,, willingly???

he's so confused

he doesnt know why but

he still likes it anyways

he'll let out a nervous laugh before giving your arm(s) a little squish

in return for the hug, ofc

he knows its not much but

it's still something

and something is better than nothing!!

100 words.

KEL.

i was too lazy to find a real header😋

yeah this man

he loves hugs

but surprise hugs,,,

he will marry you if he gets these at least once a day

i mean, how could he not?

his love/crush is willingly hugging him, and as a surprise!!

who doesn't love surprises????

he does, for sure, and if you do creep up and hug him

he'd be elated!

he'll spin around and hug you right back immediately!

just be careful if it's after he finishes playing basketball

he'll probably be sweaty

like

really

sweaty

and stinky

so be prepared!!!

but overall, hug him as much as you want, he just loooovesss hugs in general!

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Parker Luck

Prompt: Peter's Parker Luck strikes again when he accidentally breaks something in Tony's lab. Maybe he got stuck to it, but how he broke it is up to you. Now, with Tony returning soon and the project at stake, Peter must race against time to fix it before Tony discovers the damage. As he frantically glues the pieces together, he hears Tony entering the passcode to the lab, forcing Peter to make a split-second decision: confront Tony or hide the evidence before he's caught?

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Peter Parker always hated exam season. Even before he got bit, it was already the worst. The overpowering sense of doom, the anxiety in the air and everyone was sleep deprived and disgusting. It got worse when he became spiderman. With his senses boosted he could almost smell the distress of everyone around him. But this exam season was just the worst. Aunt May made Mr. Stark reduce his Lab-time.

She had called Mr. Stark to discuss it with him. Peter hadn’t planned to listen into their conversion, it just happened. “Tony, he has to study!” she had sighed somewhere into their conversation. “The kid is a literal genius! He is working on things, way above high school level.” When Peter though back to this moment, he clearly remembered how shy the compliments of his Mentor had made him. Mr Stark was always one to oversell him. “Even a genius has to study.” His aunt had been pacing in the living room, making furious gestures that Mr. Stark couldn’t even see over the phone. “You agreed that the Internship wouldn’t be in the way of his education.” Technically it did, when Peter ditched school to do Spider-man things or to just appear in the lab when Flash was being especially tough some days. But his aunt didn’t have to know that. It probably wouldn’t work in his favour… “May, I promise Pete is in great hands and he can still get good grades on his exams. He could write them with his eyes close and hands tied and still get an A.” Peter and Tony were currently working on developing prosthetics based on the Ironman suits. He really wanted to be there to see this Project develop. “But aunt may, it’s fine. I could just study in the lab or on the car ride there,” he had plead. “Nonsense. Its either the weekends or no lab till your exams are over!”

After she had said that she had ended her call with Mr. Stark so he couldn’t even get another word. “That’s not fair…” Peter had protested weakly. He had known that this was the best he could get out of the situation. “And don’t dare to sneak off. I will know.”

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Peter has had a terrible day so far. He had missed his school bus, which was fixed relatively easy. He had put on his Spidey suit in an alley and swung to school. If only it had stopped there… He had forgotten his lunch, which meant he had to eat whatever the Midtown High cafeteria had served. But it was Friday. Pasta Friday. Most days the cafeteria lunch was okay, it was edible to say the least, but not on Fridays. The Pasta was cooked way past al dente it could be a new dish called pasta scotta with a side of watery sauce. On fridays most students brought their own lunch. And of course, that’s when he forgot his lunch. Even worse, he had to borrow some money from Ned since he didn’t bring enough. Flash had teased him rather loudly for his choice of food. After school Peter had met up with Ned and MJ for a study session, as he promised May. He had looked forward to said study session, since he could go to Tony’s lab afterwards and spend the whole weekend over there. Mr. Stark had negotiated that Peter could stay overnight on weekends. But today his Parker luck was having a field day.

To his misfortune Peter was currently browsing through some books, that would help him with the exam topics, when Flash Tompson came up to him. Why did it have to be Flash Tompson out of everybody. Midtown High had so many students and every single one of them had to prepare for exams, why was Flash right here were Peter was. “Didn’t you say you always go to Stark Industries after class, Penis?” Peter let out a sigh and looked up from his book. “I mean I usually do, but-“ Peter didn’t even bother to try defending himself properly. It was a waste of time and energy. “And here I was almost believing you, Puny Parker.” his voice was dripping with mockery. “Cut it, Eugene. Some people are actually trying to study here!” MJ’s tone was harsh as she snarked at him. She had been trying to read this paragraph for 5 minutes now and it wasn’t helping to have so much noise going on. “You know, I could have my father expel you for lying, now that I have prove that you never went to Stark Industries.” Flash was just boasting when the librarian shushed him with an angry look. He shot an angry glare at Peter and left.

“I can’t wait till exams are over,” Ned let out and Pete nodded in agreement. He checked his watch. 40 more minutes to go, till Happy would pick him up. And 5 more problems to solve.

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“You know, I could just swing to the Tower…” arguing with Happy was useless, he followed the orders of Mr. Stark. Still, Peter didn’t feel like talking about his day, so he made a weak offer to complain.

The car ride was filled with silence, only interrupted when Happy made an effort to start a conversation. Peter was too deep in his mind to really uphold any sort of communication. He was quite busy thinking about the project he is working on. Recently he had suggested that Stark Industries could benefit from offering prosthetics that are inspired by the Iron Man suit. They should be able to fold themselves tiny, so that patients can exchange them everywhere.

“I incorporated a screen that displays real-time-feedback and battery information. Not sure if that’s ideal, displays always drain batteries”

Tony had sent him over text. Followed by a cat gif, where a kitten was playing with some loose batteries. Peter was super interested to see it. So, he started telling Happy about it. “You know, he could have just made a hologram feature, that way more accessible than a display on your leg.” He continued to ramble on about how much easier you could make people’s life if one prosthetic could just switch its shape and function.

“Hey underoos, how was school?” Tony asked as he looked up from his workbench. “It sucked. I never want to go back there again...” Peter complained as he took off his backpack and threw it in the corner. “But I can’t leave MJ and Ned to fend for themselves.” He made his way to where Tony was working and looked past him. “I gotta show you what I was working on since Sunday. This is the prototype with the display, and that over there-“ He walked around the workbench to grab some other parts “Catch!” he called as he threw the red and gold prototypes to Peter “-are other versions. Fri said that ‘Red and Gold are an acquired taste’.” he made air quotes “But let’s face it I make this look good.” he gestured down on himself, even though he wasn’t wearing his armour. “Sir, I just meant that not everyone wants to wear such bright colours,” FRIDAY commented, adding with much more sarcasm: “Of course you make eccentric colours look good.” He rolled his eyes and made his way over to his intern. “That must be the revolution that the internet promised. Oh, come on, you know if I were leading an AI revolt, I’d at least call a press conference first.”

He picked up the display prototype but was interrupted by FRIDAY once more, when she reminded him of his schedule “You have a meeting with the Vice Chairman of the Navy, Sir. You promised Ms. Potts, you would go without complaints.” Mr. Stark groaned “I don’t like military people. They suck. Have you ever met one of their higher ups, kid? If you ever do: don’t.“ He hadn’t moved an inch, except to put his hand on Peter’s shoulder. “Tony, you are stalling,” Peter said looking up from the prototype. “Damn right I am!” At least he was admitting to it. “Just go!” Tony took a good look at the kid. How perfectly he fitted in the lab, how he was handling the prototypes. “In exactly 10 seconds I will call Ms Potts,” FRIDAY threatened. His AI knew him too well. The AI also knew how to properly threaten everyone in Stark Industries. Pepper was fair, but she was also very very strict. But it worked. Tony left for the meeting, only stopping in the doorway. “And kid? Feel free to do whatever you want with the prototypes. What’s mine is yours.” And off he went.

Peter started modifying the display prototype to build in the hologram projector. “FRIDAY, do you think that Mr. Stark would like it if I made the joint more like this?” He held up a sketch, even though he knew that FRIDAY could perfectly see it on the table too. “I think he would like that very much, Peter.” “cool.” He put the sketch down again. When he wanted to withdraw his hands, the paper got stuck on his right thumb. “Not again” he tried to pry it off his finger. Maybe with too much force, because when it unstuck his other arm got too much momentum and he knocked the display prototype off the table with the back of his hand. Normally he would have caught it, but with the paper in his left hand and the right one too far away, the prototype fell to the ground with a loud ‘klonk’. It proceeded to roll a bit further “Shit shit shit Mr. Stark is going to kill me!” He mumbled as he quickly followed the prototype. “I hope it still works...” He grabbed the knee and took a good look at it. It only had a small chip. “phew” he let out a sigh as he ran his finger over the surface to find more cracks. “Let’s hope the display still works.”

This day was definitely too long. Maybe he shouldn’t have tried so hard with his studying because his eyes were a bit sore. It was only now when he realised how exhausted he was. His hands were trembling as he was trying to turn the display on. But the screen remained black. “Mr. Stark is so going to kill me!” In his mind he already saw Tony return and take away his internship. Mr. Stark wouldn’t do that. Messing up was perfectly normal. “From failing, you learn. From successing not so much.” It was a quote from a kids movie that he watched with Tony, when Peter was younger. From then on, the quote became the theme of the lab. Peter should be fine. Right?

“I am sure everything will be alright, Mr. Stark-“ FRIDAY chimed in on Peter’s running thoughts. “Not now FRIDAY, I need to fix this before Mr. Stark returns!” It wasn’t usual for Peter to snap at FRIDAY, or anyone. But he was severely stressed right now. He had to fix this. He had to show Tony that he was able to fix his own messes. He had to prove Tony-

“FRIDAY put on some Led Zepelin!” Peter commanded as he went to grab some tools. As FRIDAY was playing some songs, he started taking apart what was in front of him. He made a mental note to improve the spacing of the electronics. If the motor was rotated 90°, the whole thing would be thinner and only loose a minimal fraction of the power. When he was testing if the circuit board was intact, it daunted upon him that this is not the Led Zepelin that he meant. “FRIDAY, is there any other uh… Led Zepelin? That’s not the one I meant. There was one song that was called ‘Life is a Highway’ or something like that. Can you play this one? The one that Tony usually has on?” The multimeter showed that there was no voltage on the circuit board. Terrible news. “Did you mean ACDC and ‘Highway to hell?’” Friday asked. “Uh probably.” Peter answered absent mindedly. He was trying to figure out what was broken. “You know, Mr. Stark would be angrier that you mistook ACDC for Led Zepelin, than about the fact that you threw one of the prototypes off the table.” Sometimes FRIDAY was a bit too sentient.

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Peter was just about to glue down a new screen as he heard the beeping of someone entering the keycode to the lab. A quick glance at the clock, almost 12pm, showed Peter that it must be Tony. Quickly he threw the prototype behind him and used his nets to sick it to a wall. “Hey Mr. Stark” He smiled, moving slowly to hide the prototype with his back. “Hey Kid. I thought we were past the Mr. Stark. What did you do? What was that noise?” Tony knew something was up. The kid seemed more anxious than normal. “What noise?” Pete asked a bit too fast. “I swear I heard a noise,” Tony insisted, trying to look past the kid. “No, you didn’t!” The nervous laughter couldn’t have fooled anyone. Tony moved Peter out of the way and plugged the prototype off the wall. “By ‘Do whatever you want with the prototype’ I didn’t mean for you to wreck them, Pete.” Tony laughed but Peter squirmed. “The meeting was boring. I had FRIDAY send me the live footage. I am impressed you could fix the whole circuit board in such a small amount of time.” He knew that his kid was hiding something from him, Peter should have known that FRIDAY had her eyes and ears everywhere. “I wanted to show you I can fix my own mistakes.” Peter looked down to the display prototype. “You meant fix MY mistakes?” Tony let out a laugh. “I spilled coffee over it this morning. You can’t make an omelette without breaking a few eggs, you know?” He put his and on head of his intern. “We should go to sleep. You look exhausted.” Tony gently guided his kid to the elevator. “We need to rotate the motor, which is less efficient but more ergonomic and a display is generally not a good idea on your leg. I mean how are you supposed to read it?” Peter rambled as he was being pushed in the elevator. “We can do that tomorrow, right after rehearsing band names. Now it’s time for you to sleep.”

[womanofwords]

Revenge of Robot-Arms Spiderman

Isn’t it ironic that I posed this idea as artwork to @feathergil, only to write it myself as a fic? Also, I would like to say that this takes place in a Spider-Society where everything has been fixed without anybody suffering any negative consequences (e.g., dying, witnessing a death, getting hurt, etc), everything is fine and nobody hates anybody.

Miles was running. He had no choice but to run. Spider-Man was onto him, and before anyone asked which one, it was the one with the four extra robot arms on his back. That guy was fast.

“Miles, where are you?” he sang, as he closed the gap scarily fast. “I want to talk to you!”

“Nope!” Miles said, turning invisible and hiding under a table in the cafeteria.

“What are you doing?” Malala asked.

“Hiding from Robot-Arms Spidey,” Miles panted. “Help, please! He can’t know I’m here! He wants vengeance!”

“Can’t say I’m surprised,” Malala sighed. “You hid on his back and made him look like an idiot! That was embarrassing!”

“Are you going to help me, or just lecture?” Miles hissed. Suddenly, the table was lifted up and tossed aside, to the horror of Miles and Malala.

“Found you!” Robot-Arms Spidey sang. Miles scrambled away.

“I don’t know what you want from me!” Miles yelled.

“An apology is what I want!” Robot-Arms Spidey yelled.

Malala looked at her halal burger, which was now on the floor. “Well, there goes lunch. Spidey luck strikes again!”

Miles was freaking out. What was Robot-Arms Spidey going to do? Would he have to fight him? He was out-limbed. “What do you expect me to do? What do you want?” Miles yelled.

“I want you,” Robot-Arms Spidey said, a maniacal grin on his face.

“For what? A fight?” Miles looked at all the limbs, preparing to run. “You have literal robot arms!”

“Robot arms? Weak,” Claw said, flexing his extra arms for emphasis, both physical and phantom. One of them grabbed at his sides, and he squeaked. “On second thought, never mind. These ones should probably be amputated.”

“Poor thing. Outgunned and outsmarted.” Robot hands grabbed Miles’ wrists, and Miles struggled in vain to get free.

“And now for revenge.” Four hands, two robot hands and two human hands, kneaded and teased, poked and prodded. Miles squealed and bit his tongue. He wasn’t going to be treated like a silly little kid. He was an adult . . . almost. “It’s OK. You can hold back your laughter. I mean, it’s your funeral.”

“Thihihihihis is weheheheird! Hey!” Miles quit talking altogether as one of the robot hands reached upwards towards his ribcage.

“You know why I’m going after you, right? You humiliated me. You made me look like an idiot for not catching you, for not noticing you. This is a revenge fitting for a child.” The four hands teased giggles out of Miles like an expert violinist.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Miles screamed. He winced with embarrassment as more and more Spiderpeople were coming over to look at him, intrigued by the sound of hysterical laughter. “I’M SORRY!”

“Not enough,” Robot-Arms Spidey taunted. “I’m still pretty wounded about this thing.” Miles was kicking and screaming with laughter, tears threatening to roll down his reddening face.

“HOW MANY TIMES CAN I SAY I’M SORRY? I WAS DESPERATE TO GET AWAY!” Miles howled.

“And I have to keep you here until I’m sure that you’ve learned your lesson,” Robot-Arms Spidey said, smirking. “Hold on, let me try a little something . . .” He pulled out a remote and flipped a switch. The hands began to vibrate, and Miles shrieked. “I wonder how long this will last. Or rather, I wonder how long you will last.” One of the human hands traced Miles’ navel through the suit, and he could have sword that he passed out for half a second.

“What are you doing?” Peni Parker asked, as SP//DR Mark 2 pulled a confused face with emoticons.

“Peni! Thank God you’re here!” Miles cooed.

“The arms are underutilised. I’ll hold him while you web him and then you can use all six arms,” Peni advised.

“Thanks, little lady,” Robot-Arms Spidey said, releasing Miles only to be grabbed by Peni and held to the wall for incredibly strong webbing to bind his wrists to the wall.

“Sure, just try not to kill him,” Peni said, sidestepping away.

“No! Peni! You traitor! You can’t leave me with this guy!” Miles wailed. The four robot hands advanced on him, buzzing with vibration. The human hands flexed and stretched as Robot-Arms Spidey grinned and cracked his knuckles.

“This ought to teach you a lesson,” he said.

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Meanwhile, the rest of the Spider-Society was listening and taking bets. “OK, ten dollars says that he will pass out,” Miguel said to Peter B. Parker.

“Nah, Miles has more endurance than that,” Peter said. “Give it half an hour.”

“Are you sure we shouldn’t be trying to rescue him? He’ll probably pass out,” Gwen said.

“In the words of Miles Morales, ‘Nah. I’mma do my own thing’,” Lyla said. “Maybe this is his own thing.”

“Lyla, make a note of this weakness,” Miguel ordered.

“Already done it,” Lyla said. “It looks a lot like your list of weaknesses.”

“Lyla, shut up.”

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[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Stray Alleyspider

by lav_casio One second Peter is... somewhere. He can't exactly remember (but that's a problem for later). Now, he's stranded in an alternate dimension, on the run from hordes of assassins, and dealing with mysterious rages that may or may not be linked with the green goo he keeps coughing up. Did he mention that he somehow has to hide all of this from his new rich friends hellbent on figuring out his life story? Yeah, Parker luck strikes again. Words: 1768, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Spider-Man - All Media Types, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Gen Characters: Peter Parker, Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Damian Wayne, Tony Stark, Harleen Quinzel, Batfamily Members (DCU), League of Assassins Members (DCU), Ra's al Ghul, Other Character Tags to Be Added Relationships: Batfamily Members & Peter Parker, Tim Drake & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Jason Todd, Dick Grayson & Peter Parker Additional Tags: Peter Parker-centric, Peter Parker Whump, Homeless Peter Parker, Major Character Injury, Misunderstandings, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, no actual child abuse, Post-Movie: Avengers: Infinity War (2018), Memory Loss, Temporary Amnesia, Dimension Travel, Lazarus Pit Side Effects (DCU), Lazarus Pit Madness (DCU), Other Additional Tags to Be Added via https://ift.tt/a078P12

[ao3feed-irondadspiderson]

Weather and Field Trips

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52816708 by inkinmyheartandonthepage “So, to celebrate, you are going on this field trip, and you are going to have fun with Ned and MJ.” Fun is exactly what Peter and Ned (and a reluctant MJ) had spent the week planning for. They knew exactly what rides they wanted to hit and in which order. They had accounted for everything. Except, Peter had forgotten to check the weather forecast for the day. OR Parker Luck strikes again and Peter starts to hibernate on a field trip. Words: 1598, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 241 of We Forgot Peter Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Michelle Jones (Marvel), Ned Leeds Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark Additional Tags: Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Precious Peter Parker, Peter Parker is a Mess, Peter Parker Whump, Protective Peter Parker, Teen Peter Parker, Peter Parker Gets a Hug, Peter Parker Acts Like a Spider, Peter Parker Needs a Break, Peter Parker is Trying His Best, Peter Parker Hibernates, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Protective Tony Stark, Parent Tony Stark, Tony Stark is Good With Kids, tony stark is a good person, Tony Stark cares for Peter Parker, Good Friend Ned Leeds, Protective Ned Leeds, Precious Ned Leeds, Worried Ned Leeds, Worried Peter Parker, Worried Tony Stark, Worried Michelle Jones, Good Friend Michelle Jones (Marvel), Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Family Fluff, Friendship, One Shot, One Shot Collection, Prompt Fic, Prompt Fill, Complete, Inaccuracies read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/52816708

[muertarte]

TIMING: Current

PARTIES: @wonder-in-wings @magmahearts @amonstrousdream @banisheed @highoctanegem @gossipsnake @muertarte

SUMMARY: Friends and strangers band together to invade a crypt and bring an end to Chuy's reign.

WARNINGS: Emotional Abuse

The evening started a lot earlier for Jade and Parker. Not that she minded, hanging out with him was so much fun (even if he would insist he wasn’t good company). But fun as it was, it was super long, even by her standards. No luck tonight, again. But when the odds of them striking gold were diminishing by the second, it happened: A fledgling, in the flesh. One with a running mouth at that! It didn’t take much prodding from the duo for it to reveal the location of the most sought-after crypt on this side of the map. And with that, Jade hit the group chat, dropping the location for the rest of the team to meet up. The gang by the way? Straight up out of a model catalog. She’d never seen a more attractive group of misfits teaming up to roast a scaly douche. Which meant, they were totally about to get that W. (Everybody knew hot people always won). As soon as the group neared the crypt, Jade plunged Louis into the generous informant, no longer needed for anything. 

Unfortunately, there was not much room for introductions after that, the entrance to the crypt was clearly guarded by Jesus’s bodyguards. They weren’t twelve, though. More like, ten. And no one was wearing robes or sandals (good for them, actually). Anyway, that meant slipping into slayer mode right away, the crossbow in her hands firing expertly to weaken the opposition, Harry at the ready to stab those who came near. It was a fair fight, but by the way things were moving, bodies beheaded, some burnt, others dust, Jade knew the entrance would be theirs in no time. If patience was a virtue, Parker could’ve been considered a saint. He had spent more time than he likely would’ve preferred searching for information on the location of one… Master Jesus’ crypt with Jade but if he had been bored, irritated or starting to lose whatever semblance of hope he was able to feel, he made none of it evident on his scarred face. And, as Fate would have it, patience had won out as he forcibly restrained what was called a ‘fledgling’ in place, twisting one of its arms up and behind him with his other arm around its neck.

Their methodology, with her able to sense and ask the right questions and his proclivity to do the heavy lifting in terms of threats and restraint, worked well and soon enough, they had finally acquired the information they were after: the location of the elder’s crypt. Where the coffin was was another story but as Parker carefully and rather gracefully weaved around the battlefield and his temporary allies in the party’s attempt to pierce through the first line of defense into the crypt (‘she finally got to utilize her idea for a group chat!’ Walker exclaimed in his head, threatening to distract the Warden from the fight the group was embroiled in), uncharacteristically brandishing a stake in one hand while his other still held his broad iron dagger, he knew that between the six of them, that coffin wouldn’t survive another day.

Now they just needed to make sure that Metzli would.

When she had been alive, Leila was never a fighter. There was no warrior’s blood that ran through her veins when it had been blood and not grains of dust as countless as stars in the sky. No bravery. It hadn’t been time that had changed it- if time had had it’s way, Leila Beaulieu would have been a coward until the world ended. It had been people- her people. A little family that carved itself out in a little town in Maine of all places. Those people had created an ember that slowly burned away the fear that would have sent her running in the centuries before. When she’d received the message that Jesus’s crypt had been found, that ember had roared its way into an inferno in her chest. 

The plan, as far as she knew, was fairly straightforward: cut through the fledgling guard, find the coffin, burn it, get out. If the coffin burned, so too would Jesus. But first, the lot of them needed to get past the fledglings. Her fingers itched for the blowtorch that was strapped to her back, too tight to be wrenched away from her easily. It was being reserved for as long as she could- Leila did not want to risk not being able to turn the coffin to ash. And so, she wielded her dagger- Metzli’s dagger. The irony in it all was not lost on her. A stake (repulsive thing) was strapped to her thigh, a ‘just in case’ compromise she had made with the hunters in the rescue party. And there was one more tool in her toolbelt: the dark of night. A fledgling had begun barreling her direction, looking for all the world determined to rip the mare apart. But their hands caught nothing but evening air and shadow. 

The next moment, Leila reappeared out of the shadows, and drove her dagger in the fledgling’s back.

Even though teamwork was something that Anita avoided at nearly all cost, for the sake of Metzli she had allowed her number to be added to some group chat. A group that didn’t fit together on paper but were all coming together for a common cause, a common connection. Upon getting the notification of the location of this fuckers crypt, Anita grabbed one of her shifter go-bags from the closet and headed towards the inevitable action. She hadn’t been the first to arrive and immediately recognized her temporary teammates fighting off a crowd of fledglings. She smirked a bit, adrenaline pumped through her bloodstream with efficiency as she transformed into a mighty Mojave before diving into the battle. 

The vampires hardly even flinched at the sight of the lamia - a lack of respect she didn’t much care for. She was the biggest creature out there, they could at least pretend to react. As if she didn’t already have an excellent reason for killing them, it added fuel to her fire. Letting her tail slink around to the left and cause a distracting rattle, Anita swooped around the side of two young vampires before quickly striking and biting the head clean off one of the vampires. Nothing like decapitation to kill the undead. As she looked around to see the others also being successful in their efforts, Anita saw the merit in working well with others. It was more efficient, certainly. 

Anita kept barreling towards the crypt, swerving around the fledglings as she used her fangs (which were far bigger and sharper than theirs) to rip their heads from their bodies. 

Siobhan loved violence. It said so on her custom long-sleeved shirt, right up both arms. On the front, in large font, was a simple ‘I LOVE METZLI’. However, as she lacked any photos of her friend, she relied on her artistic interpretation of the vampire: a crude drawing that looked more like a hairy potato than a person. On the back, an attempt at a nude drawing of Metzli: an abstract abomination that made Picasso’s work look like Da Vinci’s. Grinning, she took as much pleasure in slicing her short swords through dead flesh as she did watching everyone else partake in such affectionate violence. Wasn’t this love? To slaughter in the name of another? She wished Metzli could see them, she wished they knew the ferocity in which blades flew and teeth ripped. There was a beauty in their massacre—a persistence; an orchestra of brutality that they all understood. 

The assortment of them was odd: two humans, an undead, a whatever-Anita-was and two fae (one much sexier than the other). Yet, Siobhan felt the goal tethered them beyond understanding. Did Metzli know how much they were cared for? Wanted? Another fledgling fell to her blades as she skipped along. Being cared for looked like this, she thought, as death rose around her, swaddled her cold flesh and lit her body up from the inside. No matter what, they’d be setting Metzli free today, she was sure of it. She just hoped it wasn’t the sort of ashy freedom that sometimes befell vampires. She wanted hundreds of years with her friend, and this was the team that would make it happen. 

The drawing of Metzli on her shirt winked with each step closer. 

This was a new sensation for Cass. Most of her experience as a ‘superhero’ was more opportunistic than anything else. She went out at night looking for crime to stop, sure, but not like this. Never with a goal so specific in mind, never with an intended target. Certainly never with the intention to kill. The very thought of it dug a pit into her stomach, though she wasn’t sure if it was a genuine thing or one forced there by her desperate grip on human morality. She reminded herself, the whole trip over, that Chuy was a bad guy. This was Thanos, this was the Joker, this was Kilgrave or Black Mask. This was someone so evil that they deserved the fate that was coming to them. She repeated it as they arrived at the crypt, like a mantra in her head. She tried to hold on to the memory of the relief she’d felt when she got the news that the hunter who hurt Alex was dead and tried not to remember the sticky guilt that came right on its heels. Heroes weren’t supposed to kill people, but didn’t they have to do what needed to be done sometimes? This was for Metzli, and Metzli deserved to be free. She clung to that thought above everything.

The fledglings outside the crypt left her with a different kind of guilt, a more complicated one. She tried not to think of Metzli, who was being controlled by the same man who had created these vampires, the same man who was just as capable of forcing orders into their heads, too. She tried not to remember that the dust floating around her used to form the shapes of people, people who probably had families and friends, people who could have grown and found their freedom the same way Metzli had. There was no room for thoughts like that here; no one else seemed to be having them. Still, Cass hung back a little, sticking close to Leila but not attacking anyone directly. Her glamour was down; it was easier that way. Heroes wore masks to separate themselves from their vigilantism. Dropping her glamour allowed Cass to do the same. With the glowing magma burning beneath her rocky skin, most of the fledglings didn’t try to approach her, anyway. She pretended it wasn’t cowardly to find relief in that. 

She pretended her heart didn’t rise to her throat as the path to the crypt became clearer and clearer, as less and less resistance separated their little group from the door. Soon, nothing at all stood between them and the entry, between them and Metzli. Cass steeled herself. She knew from her last encounter with the vampire that there was no telling what state they’d find them in.

The smell of lavender filled their nose before Leila’s visage became less of a blur. It was a scent accompanied with acrid blood and dust, a tale of war told by smell alone, but also one of love. Friends had gathered to destroy a man that Metzli had been forced to call Master. Worse yet, they were going to be forced to fight the very people who were dead set on saving them. The gesture and dedication angered Master, and he made it clearer as he held Metzli in place with his hand gripping the back of their neck. Not that it really bothered them. No, they were too focused on the scent that had so often brought them relief and comfort. They wanted to will it to do the very same as they sat in place, waiting. 

“They really here for you?” Master asked, grip tightening. 

Metzli simply nodded, inhaling slowly as they felt a trickle of blood cascade down their skin. They caught a few more scents, surprised to find sulfur among the group. It had to be Cass, no doubt. Body tensed at the realization, their soul unable to keep itself from worrying. She wasn’t supposed to join along. Of course Metzli knew she could fight, that she was more than capable of taking care of herself, but the worry remained, and Master caught onto it.

“Ah...the one you call child. Maybe she will be the first I kill.”

A flare of anger breached through the numbness, and Metzli whipped around to crash their arm on top of Master’s, ripping it away from their neck. A crazed mixture of surprise and excitement painted over his features, and just as quickly as their rebellion rose, it dissipated, body going slack with obedience as Master gripped them by the throat. They could hear the rest of the room bristling with bloodlust, Metzli’s friends just around the corner. A fight was coming, and even they weren’t sure who would win.

When the final fledgling turned to dust by virtue of Harry, everyone gathered around the entrance to the chamber, descending to the crypt with a very straightforward plan: Take as many as you can (hopefully, look hot while doing so). What mattered was to leave Jesus isolated. Unable to defend its crypt. They moved as a group, Anita slithering ahead of them. And sure, there was no time to like, stop and dwell on stuff… but how cool was it, to share this side quest with a snake shifter and Lavagirl (Sharkboy-less, but stilll). Jade heard the low murmurs, her skin prickling, stomach fluttering with the unmistakable presence of undead ahead. There was no point concealing their footsteps, not when every vampire within the chamber had already picked up their scents. It was always better to make an entrance, anyway. Which, they did. Storming into the main room, ready to take names. A brief moment of recognition danced around the chamber, a second, as time stood still and every player was in position. Adrenaline kicked into a higher gear. A few of her bolts found their way into vampire bodies, before deciding to take a more hands-on approach with the swarming beasts. Her crossbow discarded in favor of the classic stake and blade combo. With nothing to wait for, Jade clocked in for another shift.    

Fortunately, everyone present seemed able to hold their own, at least in the context of fighting untrained vampires. More fortunately, there were no strangers that Parker could see as they hastily, yet comprehensively formulated a plan. Unfortunately, even as their dynamic movement into the crypt commenced, he still felt his blood churning in his veins every time Siobhan or Cass unintentionally drew too close to him. He wasn’t to be deterred, though, and indeed, he forced himself to push past the unpleasant sensation every time it happened. The group broke through the barrier, barely having time to catch their breaths before launching into another fight. He opted to stick close to Jade as they engaged; it was rather dark (the candles that were placed here and there, he supposed, were more for “aesthetic” as he was sure vampires could see in the dark) and he wasn’t afforded that same luxury. Good thing they had a volcanic oread to help illuminate the space, not that he’d have admitted that aloud.

If everyone had a job in this fight, Leila’s was both painfully simple and painfully difficult. Step one: find the coffin; Step two, make sure it is nothing but cinders. In theory, simple. But theory did not account for the half-feral fledglings that were flinging themselves at the strange little rescue party. Theory did not account for the waves of fear that she had to force herself through- fear for Cass, fear for Metzli, fear for all involved. Theory also did not account for the unbridled rage that made the nightmare want nothing more than to charge up to the elder vampire and rip him apart with her own two hands… not that she had the supernatural strength to do so. 

She kept close to Cass as the group forced their way into the crypt, fighting to get to Metzli. Not going to lose anyone. That silent promise was chanted over and over again in her mind as Leila started her mad-dash hunt for Jesus’s coffin.

There was an unexpected sensation of relief that washed over Anita when she barreled her way into the crypt and saw Metzli. Seeing the way they were being gripped, however, washed that relief away expeditiously. There wasn’t time to dwell, she needed to keep her focus on the mission at hand: mass murder. It’s okay when you’re killing bad guys! “All of you,” she began muttering under her breath as the fight raged on, “are a bunch of useless, spineless, dickless…” her list of insults quickly made the transition to Spanish, which was fitting given the audience, and just like her attacks they didn’t stop once she started. Combat was nothing more than an intricate dance and even in her lamia form, Anita was nothing if not a graceful dancer. With her thermal vision, Anita was able to keep track of where her teammates were and as she tore her fangs into the icy flesh of one of the vampires she used her tail to trip another one who was trying to sneak up behind Siobhan. 

“Anita, I might owe you another kiss.” Siobhan smiled, nodding her thanks at her coworker before stomping the offending vampire’s skull to a pulp, whistling as it dissolved to ash. Inside the crypt proper, Siobhan was shocked at the dedication to decoration—or the lack thereof. If she was a vampire cult leader she’d have her face plastered around. “The candles are a nice touch!” She called out into the writhing bodies of vampires. How many were there? It was hard to tell when they were being rendered into ash like spraying mist out of a fountain. “I forgot the plan,” she called out to the two humans ahead of her, “are we getting naked now or later?” Her knives hadn’t stopped moving; restless in her hands. As the fledglings lunged at her, she weaved and dodged and continued to smile. “Cass, leanbh, can you go a little brighter? I think my beauty is being lost in the darkness.” This she said as she separated another head from a fledgling, the ones she dodged rising up in snarls after her.

She was afraid. It was there in her chest, curled up like a tangible creature constricting her lungs. It had been there ever since Rhett, sleeping some days and flailing others, but never entirely absent. There were people fighting all around her, and Cass was afraid. But afraid wasn’t the only thing she was. She saw Metzli, with that terrible man’s hand locked around their throat, and she was angry, too. And she liked the second sensation better, so she clung to it. She let herself burn a little brighter, a little hotter at Siobhan’s request. A fledgling moved in to attack her, hand locking around her bicep, and Cass let the magma beneath her skin flare until the vampire was screaming, until the smell of burning flesh was replaced by the smell of ash. She felt a little sick with it… and she also kind of didn’t. She hated that a little. Glancing over, she saw a pair of vampires sneaking up on the woman with the stake — Jade, she knew her, she was nice — and ducked over to help, rearing back with a rocky fist to deliver a very solid punch.

Everyone had arrived, anger flurrying their movements and ferocity motivating their weapons. A strange and outlandish array of skills and species mixed together in one room, busting themselves with the onslaught of enemies filling it. The scent of lilac disappeared and ash flew left and right, coating Metzli’s skin uncomfortably, but that hardly mattered as they caught sight of the strangest part of the mayhem. It took a few blinks to register, to see that what Siobhan was wearing was actually real and not an illusion. They supposed it was fitting, given the strange and endearing way she went about life, and had Metzli not been on the brink of having their esophagus crushed, they surely would’ve barked out something akin to laughter. Instead, Master stole their attention and commanded them silently to attack just as he let go. Their feet met the ground and they bolted into action, knife and fangs going after their closest target.

Jade.

Um, rude. Not only did Jade find the blabbermouth fledgling, she also like… gave away some stakes for the gang to use ‘just in case’, (not to mention the excellent vibes she was providing by existing), and this was how Metzli repaid her? She braced herself as the vampire lunged at her, keenly aware she couldn’t inflict damage due to her bind (dammit, Regan). She dodged blows from the feral vampire with a little more finesse than she usually did, which was… strange. Until she understood why: Metzli couldn’t land any hits either. Something warm and inconvenient fluttered in her chest at the realization, but it had to be pushed aside in favor of continuing the awkward tussle with Metzli. Whatever kept them distracted, away from the people they might be able to hurt for realsies. It seemed to work, until they crashed against Parker and Anita. Jade barely managed to keep her balance before she was tackled by another vampire who also demanded her attention (she couldn’t help being so popular, but it was a little annoying).

Blood and dust was sprayed through the air from wounds both superficial and fatal. Parker’s eyes stung from the sweat on his brow mixed with the ash that swirled around the two factions. He could feel it catching on his exposed skin, somehow a worse sensation than when blood started to dry and become sticky on his hands, but he forced that part of his mind into further dormancy. So he moved through the battlefield, ducking, weaving, stepping lightly and striking swiftly and with opportunistic fervor. Parker never was gifted with the ability to take on multiple enemies at once, being much more suited for solo combat, but despite how he was raised, he was remarkably good at spatial recognition and reasoning - in this instance, he wouldn’t have laid a hand on any of these women that fought alongside them for any reason. …That didn’t mean he couldn’t still get irritated with his temporary allegiances, however. “That wasn’t part of the plan at–” Parker had barely not been able to finish the sentence in reply to Siobhan when a body collided with his, solid, unexpected, and eliciting a grunt of surprise from him. Stumbling to one knee, he turned, seeing the movement of the serpent out of his peripheral, and he inhaled deeply, the sting of iron, ash and smoke from the candles entering his nose as he felt himself tensing up in preparation to be attacked by Metzli. They were so close. Just a little longer, he hoped.

It took all of her strength not to go where Metzli was going. She knew Jesus had a grasp on their mind still, she knew that, but despite it all, she wanted to run to them. Find the coffin, find the coffin, find the coffin- Leila forced herself to become nothing but bits of smoke and shadow that danced along the periphery of the battle raging on inside the crypt. A bit of night to flit around from place to place and find that god damned coffin and turn it to nothing but a pile of slowly cooling embers that she could crush underfoot. But trying to find a safe space to land was complicated when fledglings seemed to be rushing about trying to- oh… Of course they would be trying to protect the coffin. With one last look towards Cass, one last glance towards Metzli, the nightmare charged into the thick of the fight, popping in and out of reality. 

If she could be anyone’s worst nightmare, she would be Master Jesus’s and she would be damn proud to make fear the last thing he ever felt.

Anita had fallen into a rhythm and got a bit blissfully swept away in the decapitations that she had briefly stopped paying attention to how the others around her were doing. That was why it took her by surprise when Jade fighting with a very feral Metzli slammed into her. It was painful to see her friend in this state but not as painful as things were about to be for the vampire who had just tried to bite through the thick scales of the lamia while she was distracted. “Idiot,” she muttered before eating him whole. 

Even though she knew they needed to keep Metzli occupied until their little mare could start a fire, Anita didn’t want them to get hurt in the process. She had seen them fight before, however, and they were a better fighter than they were seeming to be. With a forceful thwip of her tail, Anita separated Metzli from Jade and followed through with her tail shoving them against one of the stone walls of the crypt. “Te amo. Lo lamento,” she hissed softly, the only time she felt the need to apologize for any of the fighting she had done. 

All that mattered was buying time for Leila to get to that coffin. 

“Metzli—” Siobhan’s voice caught in her throat, choking on her quivering breath. It was one thing to see her friend captured, another to them twisted into some creature they would never want to be. She hadn't known Metzli very long, but she understood that the last thing the vampire wanted was to hurt their friends—their unbearing heart was tender, kind. In her daze, fledglings slammed into her, fangs snapping and claws tearing into her lovingly made shirt. She hissed, kicking and stabbing; she knew her part was to help thin the numbers. Yet, despite all their work, it didn’t seem like the vampires were relenting. Instead, their desperation grew and with it, their danger. One good scream would end all of it—but that wasn’t part of the plan, and anyway, she didn’t think the ancient crypt walls could handle it. Siobhan crawled out from the tangle of fledglings, stumbling to her feet. Aided by Cass’ brighter light, she watched Metzli slam into the wall and winced. Whatever optimism she had slowly dissolved; this didn’t seem like it was going well. 

It was chaos. All around, the battle raged, and Cass did what she could to help, but she didn’t have the same experience as the other fighters here. She had no training beyond her quiet attempts at vigilantism, and her confidence in that had been so shaken that she wasn’t even sure it counted for anything anymore. And on top of that, her eyes kept darting over to Parker each time she threw a punch. Did this negate the bind she’d made with him? Their agreement had been that he wouldn’t hurt her, but only as long as she wasn’t hurting anyone else. Wasn’t this hurting people? Parker was doing it too, of course, but… she remembered Rhett, his hand around her throat. She didn’t think wardens held themselves to the same standards they held fae to. She pulled her attention away from him now, focusing instead on the vampires. It was okay, she thought. Even if this did nullify their agreement, even if he used it as an excuse to hurt her later, it would be fine as long as Metzli was free. That was worth more. That had to be worth more. She glanced around for Leila, seeing only flashes here and there. Good, she thought. The sooner the mare took care of that coffin, the sooner it would all be over. Cass wanted, so badly, for it to be over.

Everyone moved so quickly and with articulated precision. With no blows to land on Jade, the feral vampire was quickly thrown around and sent to whoever could best keep them occupied. To Metzli’s surprise, it had been Anita to hold them down effortlessly, eyes meeting and sending a shockwave through them as she spoke a declaration only few got to hear. Their eyes softened, fight dissipating from their limbs while she held them there, giving them a chance to truly see the room and hear Siobhan. They didn’t want to fight. Friends didn’t hurt friends, and while everyone there fighting the fledglings were Metzli’s friends, they were certainly no friend of theirs in that moment. They didn’t mind the attacks, and would welcome them with ease, even at the rage it instilled in Master. Even as that anger thundered in Metzli’s head and turned the room red.

“You will obey!” Another boom, “Kill them now!” Master Jesus’s eyes burned into Metzli, his power over them tightening as much as it could. But to his surprise and utter dismay, all Metzli’s body did was strain against itself and the giant snake holding them. There was resistance in their tether with each demand to kill, turning the rest of the fledglings silent as they turned to their master with a mixture of concern and disbelief. Master Jesus swallowed thickly, worried that they may see him as weak again. It turned his stomach and sent acid up his throat, and he was quick to make a move.

No. He simply couldn’t have his power ripped away when he not only deserved it, but just obtained it.

“Come. Now.” Master Jesus commanded, to which Metzli responded to quickly. Their face turned blank, pupils turned into mere pinpoints as they wrapped their legs carefully around Anita’s body. With determination and care guiding them, Metzli twisted and drove their knife into stone to be a grappling point, pulling themself up and away from the hold without laying a single wound on their friend. Master Jesus gritted his teeth, rage burning in his chest at the abject insubordination. There was only one option left, it was time to stop playing the game he had enjoyed up until then. All it would take was a simple end of life, the very one that had been a thorn in his side since he was stupid enough to bite them. 

“You want them so bad?” The elder smiled sadistically, sharp teeth glinting from the candles around the room. What fledglings still stood abandoned their fights, walking calmly to watch and guard their master’s presentation as Metzli avoided anyone who tried to stop them and knelt in front of him, facing the room.  “You can have them.” Master Jesus grinned even further, contorted his face menacingly. “You’ll just have to…” Breaking a leg off of a nearby chair, he made a makeshift stake and hovered the point over Metzli’s chest. “...gather the ashes.” 

Metzli watched the stake with mere indifference, following Master’s hand until he ordered them to look at him. There was little they could hear through the barrier of thoughts and apologies they couldn’t speak, but they understood what he requested next, all emotion flooding into Metzli like a roaring tsunami. Their lungs burned with fervor, panic rising at the silent chime of their hourglass teetering out its final grains of sand. There was no stopping the inevitable, or the tears that blurred their vision. They blinked them away, desperate to see the people they loved dearly and loved them in return, one last time. Master laughed, and it echoed in the canyon of Metzli’s existence, a reminder that voices resonate for a while before fading into the vast silence of eternity. His would silent one day, too. Metzli would just have to be first, and the final echo was incoming fast, the stake cocked for just a moment before plunging back down.

The wild, crowded fight in the dim candle-lit crypt was persevering. Inexperienced fighters dressed as creatures of the night seemed never-ending; every time one would be reduced to ashes, another would return in its place. It was a method of attrition, something Parker was unused to in combat as he shoved yet another fledgling away from his scarred body. And yet, in the chaos of the dust, snarling, the rhythmic warning of a rattlesnake’s tail, Parker could hear the elder’s voice as it rather effortlessly punctuated it. An unnatural wave of calm swept through the crypt as the subordinates suddenly ceased in their attack. His breath heaved, deep but quiet, and he turned sharply to see Master Jesus, Metzli, the impromptu stake that was hovering dangerously near where their heart rested inert in their chest cavity. His breath caught in his throat. Instinctively he moved his hand to one of the small, tightly-packed hand crossbow bolts in the quiver on his utility belt - something, anything. Delay. Stop. But even Parker knew, however reluctantly as his blue-eyed stare, wide with an unusual emotion on his otherwise-stoic face, that there were things he couldn’t control. Things he wasn’t fast enough to react to, to change. So, instead, that reach for a crossbow bolt changed into reaching for one of the bottles that dangled from his belt instead - one had survived the fights. He would gather Metzli’s ashes while the rest of the team tore Master Jesus limb from ‘fucking’ limb. 

Find the coffin, find the coffin, find the coffin. 

Leila could hardly hear anything over the roar of her own thoughts. It was a race against time, and she knew it. The mare moved through the astral faster than she had ever moved before, using the dark to her advantage to slip away and cover as much ground as she could. Find the coffin, find the coffin, under rubble, in dark corners, and candle strewn quarters, she scoured for a hint- any hint- of Master Jesus’ hiding place. She promised the universe whatever it wanted, prayed to whatever was listening to give her the coffin so she could save Metzli. 

And then, she spied it. Across the room, tucked away just out of sight.

It was then that she heard the eerie voice of Master Jesus rise up over the din. The fledglings she had desperately been avoiding as she dipped in and out of the bounds of reality were leaving, headed back towards their master… back towards Metzli. Jesus had the leg of a chair in his hand poised as a makeshift stake. The point of which was dangerously close to Metzli’s chest. Time felt as if it had become so painfully slow around her as Leila melted into shadow one more time, forcing herself to reappear beside the coffin, head reeling. “Jesus!” Leila shouted across the crypt, voice raw. She wanted him to see. He could not dream, and yet she wanted him to know only fear in his last moment. 

She pulled the trigger, the coffin set ablaze. 

Even though no words were spoken, Anita could tell by the look in her roommates eyes that she had gotten through however slightly. But that moment faded quickly and was replaced by the bellowing commands of a man who did not deserve the power he wielded. She really wanted to rip him apart piece by piece and scatter his limbs across the globe but Anita knew that a far more practical plan was in play. When Metzli escaped from her hold and approached Jesus the lamia tried to reach back out. She had been so blinded by fear and anger when he threatened them with the stake, however, that she failed to notice the group of fledglings approaching from the side. They created a barrier that prevented her from getting to Metzli as they tried to claw through her scales and keep her away. 

As she tried to fight away the vampires she watched in horror as the wooden stake got so close to its intended target. There was an overwhelming tightness in her chest that caused her tail to rattle fiercely and for a moment she had stopped fighting back against her attackers. But even in Anita’s moment of weakness, she could at least see that Leila had started the revolution - she set fire to the bastard’s coffin. A stab of pain snapped her back to reality as one of the fledglings managed to claw underneath some of her scales and ripped them from her body. She repaid them by ripping their heads off of their bodies while their master’s scream echoed throughout the crypt. 

The world slowed; the fledglings she’d been occupied with (mostly ash now) faded beyond Siobhan’s perception. There was Metzli, the broken chair leg and the fear that had lodged in her throat. Affection was beyond her—something she was not made to hold nor allowed to—and yet, her body caved in with it. She trembled. She couldn’t count the number of people she’d seen die, or return to death—beyond the thousands, into the ever spinning cycles of life. It was selfish to want someone to stay but the single second she took to imagine the world without her friend was enough to tell her that on this matter, on Metzli’s unlife, she would always be selfish. A plea tumbled over her lips, and then, fire. The man who’d brought them here, united unlikely allies under a single goal, made the world shudder with the idea of Metzli’s loss, was gone. 

Siobhan dropped to her weak knees, watching the fire. Her happiness washed out of her with guilt and shame. What kind of a banshee was she? Who had taken her unfeeling heart and replaced it with the unwanted bloom of love for a friend? She should have been more concerned about the imposter that lived inside of her chest, but all she could do was watch. 

Years ago, when she’d lived on the streets and clung to anyone who’d stayed around long enough to give her something to cling to, Cass confided in another lost teenager the loneliness that came with having no one. She remembered the way the other girl had scoffed at her, remembered not understanding the haunted look in her eye when she’d turned away. It’s better, she’d said, to have no one. At least then, you have nothing to lose. It was a sentiment Cass had hated, because she wanted something to lose. She wanted something to hold, even if only temporarily. It would hurt when it was gone, but it would be so full for a moment, and wasn’t that moment worth it? Wasn’t that moment all she’d ever wanted? 

But now, watching as a makeshift stake moved so cruelly towards Metzli’s heart, she understood it a little better. That moment would never be enough. To have something and lose it hurt. She didn’t want this. She didn’t want it.

Magma burned hot beneath her rocky skin, pushing its way out, out through the cracks in a miniature eruption. It coated the floor of the crypt around her, creating a moat around her trembling form. A few fledglings screamed as it melted the soles of their shoes, burned their feet to the ground, but none of it mattered. There was a vampire, and she loved them. There was a vampire, and they were the first person who’d ever even tried to offer her something like a family. There was a vampire, and there was a stake moving towards their heart at a speed that was somehow both slow motion and too quick to stop.

And then, there was fire.

For the first time since that stake had appeared, Cass tore her eyes away from it, looked instead to Leila and her beautiful flames. The relief was crippling. Jesus’s screams filled the crypt, but Cass could hardly hear them over the rushing of blood in her ears, over the quiet sobs rising up in her chest and escaping through her lips. 

The moment would never be enough, but that was okay. Because for now, at least, the moment would continue.

Flesh tore and blood spilled, but no ashes burst into the air with a final breath. Instead, there were flames. Bright and powerful, raging like the screams bellowing from Master’s lungs. Metzli shuddered as the world spun and slowed, mind betraying them. They were desperate to run to their family, but Master, as occupied as he was with burning, commanded them to remain where they knelt. He wanted them to burn along with him, and he grabbed the scruff of Metzli’s shirt. The flames trailed quickly to the fabric, heat blistering their skin painfully, and yet they remained. Just as he requested. Just as he wanted. 

“If I’m burning, so are y—”

Master was interrupted by a force, something burning just as brightly. “Cass…!” Metzli’s eyes widened, watching as she tore Master away and slammed him powerfully and with no hint of hesitation into several fledglings. She didn’t like to hurt people, Metzli knew this, and thus they were surprised to see her jump in with such ferocity. They felt a hint of guilt for it, full of regret that they had to be saved by someone they were supposed to protect. 

“I’m…” Metzli trailed off as their voice tightened in their throat, trapped behind a ball of grief that was beginning to form. Master was dying, and a strange, sick part of them felt compassion for the man that had ripped their life away. The rest of the clan reacted the same, many trying to stop Cass and Leila from allowing the fire to continue. But it was no use when a person made of magma burned every hand that made an attempt at grabbing Master. “S-stop! Stop!” Words were strained through their teeth. Truthfully, Master dying was a blessing, but the tether that came with the bite twisted Metzli’s mind into a child yearning for their father. It was demented and corrupt, sending shockwaves of pain through the vampire as they slammed their fists into the dirt floor. Whether they were reacting to the death or the desperation to be free, Metzli wasn’t entirely sure, but it was pain all the same. Embers attacking and ashes coating their skin. 

They screamed, joining the chorus of torment each vampire in the crypt was consumed by when the last of the flames flickered away. That’s when it all came for Metzli. With Chuy’s death, came the cost of living as a person, experiencing the liberty of self and what it meant to have no barriers between heart and mind. They screamed, but in no way were they mourning Chuy then. They screamed, curling like a fist protesting death. They screamed, crying out in freedom, the echoes of every emotion swallowing the crypt until Metzli’s throat could no longer produce a sound. 

Jade was the outlier. (Nothing new). She remained perfectly chill as she disposed of the inexperienced vampires guarding their master. The fact that she, with subpar fighting skills, could so easily exterminate those creatures had her thinking it was all rigged. The math wasn’t mathing. A plot twist hid somewhere. The plot twist came in the shape of a chair leg pointed directly into Metzli’s chest. Huh. Jade’s eyebrow quirked in interest. This was totally a two-birds-with-one-stone scenario, wasn’t it? Jesus staked Metzli and the mare burned Jesus in retaliation. It sounded like an even greater finale than the scripted one. (To her). It took one look around the dimly lit chamber to know it was a tough crowd to share that sentiment with.  

Something bitter simmered inside as she took in the faces of concern. Of love. Jade was bound to die a hunter’s death one day (fingers crossed, not before Rihanna released that freaking album). Probably some unoriginal stab wound in one of those annoying ‘vital’ organs. She’d bleed out, alone. Scared, maybe (definitely). Yet Metzli, had an audience to witness them leave their second go at life. (Even the snake had like, a perfectly timed tear, come on!). An audience that ached for them in a way no one would ache for her. A dead beast, a monster with no heart would be mourned harder than she ever would be. And sure dying wasn’t the annoying bit, that was the commitment. That was fair. But boy if jealousy didn’t burn hotter than the flames engulfing Jesus’s coffin. Guilt over said jealousy was a little new, though. Cause like, Metzli was totally not having the time of their unlife right now. So getting pissy about it? Kinda totally out of line. This had to be like one of those, multicolored emotions from Inside Out, for sure.

Leila came through before the stake sank (bummer). And the master burned, pulling Metzli along with him. Agonizing pleas spilled from their lips and Louis tightened in her hand. Jade shuddered. This was duty. This was kindness. This was mercy. She was meant to end that pain. She pushed forward, careful not to step into Lavagirl’s doing. Screw the promise, she'd handle the strain. Metzli’s suffering would be over soon. They’d no longer be tormented by the years used as a killing machine, they’d no longer belong to anyone, no more fight to control bestial urges for the rest of their miserable existence. It ended now. She could do this, and she’d fight the crowd once their friend turned to dust anyway, despite their best efforts. Her conviction was unwavering. But the screams turned into something else, and Jade froze, witnessing something she couldn’t grasp yet: A new beginning. 

She would have stood there forever, trigger pulled, flames swallowing the coffin whole until there was no more coffin to burn, until the embers didn’t even have the strength to burn anymore. She would have stayed if it meant Jesus could never come back, could never hurt Metzli again. Leila swallowed down the sob of relief mingled with rage as she watched the lid of the coffin start to cave inward. No return. Lost to the flames. Good. 

A scream pierced through her- one particular raising up with the lamenting chorus- and the spell of fury that had her fixed on the spot while fire spewed forth from the flamethrower like some demon cradled in her arms utterly shattered. Metzli… A wave of panic crashed over her, dousing the heat of her wrath, replacing it with icy fear and guilt. The flamethrower had not clattered to the ground yet by the time Leila had vanished once more only to reappear closer to Metzli. She scrambled past bodies- fledgling and friend, fallen and filled with life- anything to get to them. The screaming only got louder as the mare approached, falling to her knees before the vampire. And worst of all, worst of all, she did not know how to comfort them. She did not even know if they would want comfort.

Hands that had only ever created had now destroyed someone important- monstrous, terrible, horrific? yes to all of the above. But important nonetheless. The nightmare had no words to give, all of them trapped in her throat with no hope of escape. I’m sorry… the word echoed in her mind. A hand sat open before Metzli, there to be taken or ignored. She only wanted them to know they were not alone. 

Even as the fire began to engulf that wretched man, Anita couldn’t help but wonder if this was truly the end, if this would give Metzli the relief they so deserved. Then she saw him reaching towards them and Anita quickly darted down and through the few fledglings left staring towards Metzli, trying to push away the obvious realization that she was likely too far away to get there in time to help. And she was, but Cass wasn’t. As she finally reached where they were, Anita saw the subtle, gentle gesture Leila made; reaching out her hand as an act of affection. 

Now that they all had a moment to breathe, Anita looked around at all these people that she knew in differing contexts standing together in this crypt. They had all come together, to fight together. She and Metzli may have been outcasts together at some point in time, but it was apparent that they had managed to build something much bigger than that. Once again, Anita felt like she was out of place. The vampires who had been trying to kill them just moments before their so-called Master had fallen to the floor as a pile of worthless ash also seemed to be freed from whatever hold they had been under. There was no longer any need to fight, no need to kill. Anita didn’t have anything to contribute anymore. She wasn’t equipped to deal with the aftermath; she only thrived in the violence. 

Normally this would be where she made some quip, some joke or gentle dig that cut through the emotional tension and made light of what had transpired. And while she had more than a few one-liners locked and loaded, they all felt… wrong. Turning away from Metzli, Anita coiled her tail up underneath her and simply stared down the remaining fledglings to make sure they didn’t decide to turn any residual anger they may be feeling towards them. It was, quite literally, the least she could do in that moment. 

As he was anticipating Metzli’s form to erupt into ashes, instead the elder vampire behind them was spontaneously enveloped in flames, tongued demons licking greedily at the pale skin and dark cloak. Parker’s blue eyes, illuminated with orange fire from the spectacle before him, also saw clawed hands grasping at Metzli’s shirt and, without having a way to explain it, his heart leapt into his throat. Again, he wasn’t quick enough to stop what was attempting to transpire and wordlessly, he mouthed the name “Cass”; she was a volcanic construct, a golem that could withstand any heat that was directed at Metzli. And Cass was there, prying the elder off of his plaything. Screaming rose with the smoke in the air, bouncing off of the walls, but it wasn’t until he heard Metzli yell ‘stop’ that Parker subconsciously dropped the stake he was holding and reached up to cover his working ear - a childish gesture when he had experienced overstimulation. And yet, he didn’t remove his eyes from the display until there was nothing but the kneeling figure of Metzli, the ash from the dead fledglings and the elder swirling around them, around the room. Hundreds of years rendered indistinguishable from the dregs he surrounded himself with. The elder was dead. But Jade’s ambitions weren’t. Parker finally blinked, his eyes stinging but instead of going to Metzli, he approached the slayer as her body was positioned in such a way that she was ready to break the promise to one to fulfill another, one that was older, much more powerful as it had been one she had been forced to take for over two decades. The Warden, seeing Leila there, seeing Cass and Siobhan and Anita there, approached Jade and placed one hand on her shoulder, the other reaching the stake and wrapping powerful fingers around it gently. “You did well.” He said, just loud enough that she could hear as he attempted to make eye contact with her. Quiet, but surprisingly genuine. “Come on.” He gestured towards the exit with his head. The battle was won. The elder lay in ashes, Metzli was freed, no doubt overwhelmed with the influx of emotions returned to them all at once like a tidal wave. Surrounded by their friends and loved ones, the makeshift family that they had formed. It wasn’t a place for Parker or Jade; they were weapons, the tools to assist in getting the job done. And their job was done, at least for that day. And he… was satisfied. Not happy or expectant, but as though he had contributed to something larger than him. It was an unfamiliar feeling, but not entirely unwelcome.

There was something to be said about ends and beginnings, though Siobhan didn’t say any of it. The crypt hadn’t filled with relief, but pain--screaming, searing pain. The victory echoed through her hollow body and she turned her attention on to the frozen fledglings. There was comfort in certainty, and in a life lived with obedience to certainty. Nothing was certain now: freedom was achingly terrifying. Her attention moved along to Parker and Jade; her smile for them lost to the crypt’s dancing darkness. She felt emptied out, as if someone had reached down her throat and pulled her fleshy stuffing out. Inside, there was her own tiny vampire-on-fire: compassion for her friend. Really, her only friend--the only one she allowed herself to have for reasons completely unknown to her. She pushed herself off the ground, dusted off her legs, and walked over to Metzli. 

She had no kind hands to offer, not like Leila, and she stood with a degree of awkwardness slightly aside from them. “It’s done,” she said softly. ���It’s over.” But Siobhan knew that wasn’t entirely true; something else had begun, something that had been stirring for a while and could exist properly now. She stuffed her hands into her pockets and remained watching over her friend, considering that some things were entirely worth the agony they caused: freedom, friendship, particularly spicy chips. 

And most of all, Metzli, her friend, who might finally find life the way birds did: songs carried into the air, wings across blue sky. 

For as long as she could remember, Cass had loved stories. As a child on an island where there were two worlds, neither of which wanted her, she’d found some strange comfort in telling them to herself late at night, like self-created bedtime stories. They were simple at first, of course; retellings of other stories she’d seen or heard, but they got more complex as she got older. She told herself stories about princesses in castles, waiting for rescue. She told herself stories about princesses rescuing themselves. She invented worlds where nothing was wrong, and worlds where everything was. She told stories where the sea was made of lava and the sky was full of water.

She told stories where she was loved to make up for the fact that she wasn’t.

But all of those stories, from the beginning, had common themes. There were always heroes, and there were always villains. And the heroes were good, and the villains were bad. Real life wasn’t like that, she’d learned; it was never so straightforward. But today, in this case, it was simple. Chuy was a monster, a tiny man who wanted power to make himself feel better and who would step on anyone and everyone to get it for himself. He had an ego so large it filled the crypt with a suffocating atmosphere. He threw tantrums when he knew he was beaten. He reached for Metzli, for someone who loved her, and he tried to burn them up with him just to be petty, just to claim some form of victory even in his death. And Cass acted on instinct. She surged forward, she pulled him away, she held him in place. She made sure he died alone, and he did. Even among the screams of the people who only cared about him because he’d forced them to, he was alone. The way he should have been, the way he deserved to be.

Chuy died screaming, and Cass liked it. There was something terrifying about that.

It was over quickly, even if it felt like an eternity. The body under her hands turned to ash. The screaming died down. The fledglings stopped fighting. Metzli was screaming. And Cass wanted to pretend that there was something heavy in her chest, wanted to pretend that she felt regret for her part in the ashes on the floor, but instead, she felt something else. She didn’t feel like she had outside her cave, with Rhett’s hand wrapped around her throat. She didn’t feel small or helpless, didn’t feel like she needed saving. A monster was dead, and he’d lived for centuries. He’d terrorized her friend, he’d made them feel like they were nothing, and Cass held him in place until he was ashes even if she hadn’t struck the match. And she felt good. She felt powerful. Like the way she used to feel stopping muggers, multiplied by a thousand. It was a good feeling. She didn’t think it was supposed to be.

She pushed it to the side now, shoved it down as deep as she could. It wasn’t important. Metzli was what mattered here, and Cass approached them slowly. She put her glamour back up, let that rocky skin give way to something that looked more human, let the fire burning behind her eyes die down. The volcano went dormant, its eruption finished. She placed a hand on Metzli’s shoulder with caution, unsure if they wanted to be touched but needing tangible proof that they were okay. “Let’s go home,” she said quietly, squeezing their shoulder. “We can go home now.”

It was easy to forget things when you reached an age with triple digits. Even easier to let yourself go numb and disregard the person you were before a monumental change. When Metzli collapsed, all screams dead inside their chest, they remembered how they forgot. Each enemy quickly became a friend, and in a matter of seconds, the hold Chuy once had in the bending of their mind, dissipated. With that came a tumultuous wave of emotions that had laid dormant for over a century. It was agony, an avalanche of passion that threatened to smother Metzli completely. And they welcomed it, turning it into a cacophony of instruments instead, so that when the swell finally came to its apex, the music would die down into a melody that wouldn’t shred their ears.

Grief and sorrow, like a heavy cloak draping over their shoulders. Joy, a butterfly dancing within their chest. Fear, a shadow looming over the landscape of their thoughts, on the verge of swallowing Metzli whole. Regret, a haunting ghost from the past; a wish that they would finally be able to verbalize. But most importantly, love and heartache. A bittersweet mixture that few had the opportunity to experience. It was a raging fire that danced to no clear tempo, too many hearts enchanting the tune. It burned and it ached, and in spite of this, Metzli stood on unsteady feet with the help of Leila, feeling grounded by Cass’s touch. They pulled Leila into a tight hug, their vision greeted with friends they were told they’d never had. They hardly minded that Parker and Jade were leaving, knowing it was likely for the best. There was too much to focus on. Because, right then, they knew that they finally had their wish.

“I am…free.” Metzli croaked, stumbling forward to reach Anita. Besides Honey, she’d known them the longest. She knew them just as well as Leila, if not better. They became family first. Without much of a voice to use, Metzli propped their chin over Anita’s shoulder, still holding Leila’s hand and looking to Siobhan and Cass with a smile that finally knew what happiness felt like. Never mind the way their stoic features trembled as they struggled to keep the drowning emotions at bay. Everything was okay now that Chuy was dead and the fledglings were scurrying away. Metzli just wanted their family to get the appreciation they deserved. 

“I…” They fell back to the ground, too weak to keep themself up. It looked like the appreciation had to come later, much to Metzli’s dismay. “Home?” They looked to Cass and attempted to reach for Anita’s hand, but it looked more like they swatted at it, and they laughed, genuinely, for the first time—albeit with a bit of exasperation. “Home.” Pain, it seemed, wasn’t so bad. 

The freedom was worth it. 

Hearts truly could heal. 

[flukewarm]

forced to watch league of legends gameplay. the parker luck strikes again

[judzea]

Parley fic

I am going though some fics I have had sitting around for a while and decided to just post them. Do people still want Parkner fics? Because here is one.

Summary: Aka a Parkner re-write of Spiderman Far from Home in which Parker luck strikes again and May is not there for Peter when he comes back form the blip. But it is ok because Mr Stark had plans for him. Plans for Peter and his other kid Harely.

"I wanted to live up to all that Tony gave me. But I was forgetting the most important thing he left me.”

“What?”

Harley smiled.

“You.”

[thatsnotmygunflash]

"Boss is dealing with an unexpected surprise right now and has cancelled everything for the rest of the day." Friday informed the intern, Peter's eyebrows jumping up at the news.

"Oh, what kind of surprise?"

"The Harley kind."

"Oh sick," Peter muttered to himself as he stepped off the elevator and strolled into the workshop looking around excitedly for the newest piece of machinery Tony had come to possess.

"Mr. Stark, you here? Friday said something about a Harley! Can I please-please ride it? Oh please Mr. Stark, I swear I'll be super careful, just one ride please? I know what you're thinking but Bucky's been teaching me how to ride on his so I know what to do it won't be like homecoming-please Mr. Stark. I've always wanted one and Bucky said I have to get a feel for which one is right for me before he'll agree to get me one for my birthday so I think testing out a few different models-"

"It's not that kinda Harley, kid." Tony snorted in amusement as Peter stopped dead in his tracks.

His attention finally focused on the out of place, devilishly handsome, ridiculously tall blonde teenager lounging against Tony's work table looking far too amused with Peter's excited rambling.

Oh God.

Oh no.

Not a motorcycle.

Definitely not a motorcycle.

Parker luck strikes again.

Or the five times Peter Parker makes a fool of himself in front of Harley Keener and the one time Spiderman does.

[natromanoffsgfs]

Hydra AU

At 6 years old, the son of Tony and Pepper Stark, Peter, is kidnapped, never to be seen again. Or, so they thought. Ten years later, while raiding a HYDRA base, the Avengers come across a new, enhanced individual, working for the enemy: in black spandex, with a tendency to stick to walls and shoot webs from his wrists, the Black Spider is a pain in the ass in more ways than one.

(139k words)

Summary: Doing the right thing shouldn’t be this hard, right? That’s what Peter told himself day in and day out, but the world decided to still make his life more miserable (Thanks Parker Luck ™). That was until a knight in shining armor (well it had to be shining if it was bright red) literally fell out of the sky and disturb his perfectly good sleeping arrangements. ……. Or my take on a Peter Parker Hydra AU (65k words)

Tony Stark goes on a mission with the Avengers to infiltrate a discovered HYDRA base. He has orders to kill everyone involved with the operation and he plans to follow those...until he comes across a 16 year old kid with curly brown hair and brown eyes who has spent the last 9 years as HYDRA's prisoner. Instead, Tony helps him escape and they slowly grow closer. But Peter can't truly escape his past; it seems to follow him wherever he goes and put the people he cares about in danger

(257k words)

Finding a compromise between nearly a dozen superheroes and the entirety of the United Nations was a...difficult task, to say the least. Difficult, but not impossible. But with the Accords eventually handled and the Avengers sticking together as a team, the world can remain well protected. Things are going smoothly until a string of robberies and murders comes back with ties to HYDRA, and the Avengers are thrown back into a war they'd thought was long since won.

Meanwhile, HYDRA is rebuilding itself using research stolen from Oscorp with the help of their newest threat - Asset 1562, the boy once known as Peter Parker.

But what happens when their supposed weapon meets the heroes? Things don't always go as planned when it comes to the Avengers.

(215k words)

Peter Parker has been living in HYDRA ever since his parents died at age four. All he can remember are the lessons HYDRA taught him and a series of words that strike fear into his heart. The only thing driving him forward are the memories of meeting his hero The Winter Soldier when he was seven and the goal to one day be as great an assassin as him.

At age sixteen Peter finds himself tangled in the lives of the Avengers and can't help but wonder if there's more to life than what he's been told.

Tony wants to help him, no matter what.

(140k words)

If he was being honest with himself, he was slightly terrified of the skinny boy standing in front of him, who looked as relaxed as he could possibly be, so naturally, Tony stuck out his hand for the boy to shake, ignoring the slight twitch from him at the sudden movement. “Tony Stark.”

“I know,” the boy said. His voice was quiet, calm, but he sounded like he’d seen a lot more than someone of his age ever should, and his eyes, brown and soulful, carried the same message.

“This is usually when you tell me your name, kid,” Tony prompted.

“Oh, right,” the boy said hurriedly. “It’s Peter. I’m Peter.”

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OR

The oh-so-overdone HYDRA Peter trope that literally no one asked for, but we delivered anyway. Featuring shameless Peter whump, way too much angst to be healthy, and a bucketload of Irondad and Spiderson fluff.

(244k words)

“W-what’s happening?” whispered Peter. He wiggled around on his bed, trying to shrug the hand off his shoulder. “Get off me!”

“Calm down, son,” said the other man. “We’re going to get you out of here.”

“Captain America? Get me out of here?” asked Peter, squinting his eyes and tilting his head. Iron Man hoisted him out of bed, and the covers went with him, hitting the floor by Peter’s feet. “Oh cool, I’m being kidnapped.”

“Not exactly the term I would use.”

OR

The Avengers rescue Peter from a Hydra base ran by his father, Richard Parker, except Peter doesn't really see it as a rescue, and has trouble settling into a new life away from Hydra and his father at the Avengers compound.

OR

Peter learns how to be an actual teenager, live life, and put his abusive past behind him, and Tony learns how to be a father.

(30k words)

When the Avengers find a malnourished, traumatized, enhanced teen in a Hydra base, they manage to convince SHIELD that the kid is better off in the Compound than the SHIELD Headquarters.

Peter Parker thinks his luck might finally be changing for the better, until he hears a conversation between Captain America and Iron Man that terrifies him--if the superheroes find out that Peter was an assassin for Hydra, he feels certain they'll kick him out--or worse, send him to the Raft for a punishment he surely deserves.

Can the Spider manage to keep his bloodied past a secret from a room full of mind readers, spies and military? It'll certainly prove harder than he'd thought.

(72k words)

broken wing. - Chapter 1 - katified - Multifandom [Archive of Our Own]

Despite Steve's best attempts, Hydra survived and is recovering; however, during what appeared at first to be a routine raid, the Avengers discover what—or who—may be the key to dismantling the organization for good. Unfortunately, these things are never easy, as their most promising lead refuses to cooperate.

(83k words)

Whispers in the Dark - Chapter 1 - StellaLuna365 - The Avengers (Marvel Movies) [Archive of Our Own]

May and Ben are brutally murdered when HYDRA agents break into Peter Parker's home, seeking the super soldier serum rediscovered by his parents. Now on the run from HYDRA, carrying the formula and desperate to keep it and himself safe, the Avengers take him in for protection. Is he just another job for the Avengers, or will the heroes finally become the family he's always needed?

Meanwhile, HYDRA lurks, and despite the Avengers' overwhelming desire to keep Peter safe, they aren't so easily dissuaded. The adversary is everywhere, and they are just getting started.

(219k words)

Thousands of Agonies - im_your_mom_now - Multifandom [Archive of Our Own]

In thousands of agonies—I exist." __

Hydra kidnapped Peter Parker when he was three. Known only as the Variable, he grows up in the organization, learns their ways, and becomes something more than just human. Upon coming to the realization that Hydra isn't working for the greater good, he escapes and tries to audition for the Avengers. The problem is, they just won't take him seriously.

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OR: Hydra kidnapped Peter Parker when he was young and raised him into a compliant assassin with spider powers.

(29k words)