#an avengers revenge

[youandtom2]

An Avenger's Revenge (dark!Peter Parker) - Series Masterlist (ONGOING)

Summary: Spider-Man was just one of the mighty, powerful Gods that rule the Earth. A night of death, betrayal, war and defeat turns him into a myth, a memory to be forgotten about by the other Greedy Gods that share this planet. Without his generosity, the world takes a turn for the worse and the people are desperate for a solution. With a rebellion on the horizon, it may be your only chance to rise up against the Greedy Gods and restore Spider-Man's legacy.

Themes: dystopian, futuristic, smut, angst, death!, dark concepts**, a tad bit fluff :) **T/W: will be specified per chapter

☆ PROLOGUE ☆ CHAPTER ONE ☆ CHAPTER TWO

[goryhorroor]

horror sub-genres: campy

[saturncodedstarlette]

“You were a wonderful experience.”

“You were… everything.”

[arthursfuckinghat]

Thinking about Abigail crying and begging John not to go after Micah, Charles questioning if revenge is what Arthur would have really wanted for them, Sadie second guessing if going after bounties is the right thing for John because of how much he has at stake, John still making it rain bullets on Micah even after Dutch had shot him first.

Did the revenge really make John feel better, after putting everything he'd worked for on the line? Does he know deep down that it wasn't what Arthur would have wanted? I think about it a lot

[michimonie]

A superhero duck painting I did a while back. This was definitely a rush job. Two weeks is not an okay deadline for 7 ducks while doing a full-time job, lol.

I'm not okay with how Gizmoduck turned out, which is why I'm not including him in the separate images. If you want to see a better painting of Gizmoduck 2023, check out the Darkwing Comics by Dynamite, or my Gizmoduck Timeline.

I also updated the Darkwing 2023 and added that version instead of the old one.

[headcanonthings]

Thor: I was born a winner. I didn’t even need nine months to be born! I came out in seven! Bruce: That’s ... that’s not good

[dyinggirldied]

Dying to see you again

When Danny and Jason briefly died, they met in a Limbo state somewhat. They became friends then boyfriends.

Unfortunately, what might seems like months for them was only a few minutes in the real world. Our boys got yanked back to the living.

They still retain their memories of what happened during that between state and decide to find each other.

[jiarkives]

julia’s favorites — the collection !

masterlist of my fic recommendations !

♕ collection i

↳ includes — marauders / harry potter, marvel, jujutsu kaisen, top gun / top gun: maverick, criminal minds, genshin impact, bridgerton, call of duty, attack on titan

↳ total fics — 66

♕ collection ii

↳ includes — tokyo revengers, jujutsu kaisen, criminal minds, marvel, attack on titan, marauders / harry potter, outer banks, top gun / top gun: maverick

↳ total fics — 43

♕ collection iii

↳ includes — marvel, jujutsu kaisen, call of duty, my hero academia, tokyo revengers, marauders / harry potter

↳ total fics — 48

♕ collection iv

↳ includes — jujutsu kaisen, criminal minds, marvel, marauders, genshin impact, call of duty, top gun: maverick, shameless, twilight

↳ total fics — 45

♕ collection v

↳ includes — jujutsu kaisen, marauders, a court of thorns and roses, dc

↳ total fics — 60

♕ collection vi

↳ includes — a court of thorns and roses, marvel, criminal minds

↳ total fics — 45

♕ divider — @bunnysrph | ♕ last updated — 08 june 2024

[fandomnerd9602]

Revenge of the Fifth

Fem!Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

⚠️ Warning: it’s a spicy one 🔥 ⚠️

The first week of May was often a celebrated one for you and your wife Petra Parker-Stark. No Spider Girl or Iron Knight patrols.

You and her would have three days of back to back Star Wars movies. It started on May the 4th and ended on Return of the 6th.

But this was the first time you’d be celebrating such a time as a married couple. So you decided to surprise your wife when she woke up on May the 4th.

“Happy May the Fourth, my spider monkey!” You presented her with breakfast in bed and a new Chewbacca onesie.

“Ohmygosh! Baby! I love it!” She giggled as she slipped it on. It made her feel comfy and loved at the same time. Made you feel comfy too considering that she spent the entire day nuzzled up against you. She didn’t want to leave your arms, she loves just rubbing herself and the velvet cotton texture against you.

You would be honest and say that the feeling was definitely making you feel hot under the collar so to speak. What you didn’t know was that this was all part of your wife’s slightly devious little plan.

You walked into the living room the following morning. Petra stood there in a jet black sith dove, holding her red lightsaber.

“Hi honey” she purred. “Sleep well?”

“I missed having you in bed with me this morning, Mrs Parker-Stark” you flirted back.

“Well…” she let the robe fall from her shoulders and to the floor, revealing a Sith inspired lingerie outfit. “Happy Revenge of the Fifth”

You were left speechless. She strutted up to you and gently pushed you onto the couch. She straddled you and began grinding her hips into you. She kept one hand firmly on your shoulder and the other was moving to your pajama pants.

Petra began kissing you with a fiery passion and vigor that anyone would not have expected from someone who acts so shy around others. 

With a simple tug of your pants drawstring, Petra yanked them off and began moving her hips in a tight circular motion. She moaned your name. Hers came out of your mouth as an almost begging voice. You couldn’t maintain much composure. Your beautiful geek of a wife was driving you wild. It was all too exciting.

With a mischievous grin, she smirked, “there’s your lightsaber.”

“It’s all yours,” you groaned. She giggles and yanked off your shirt.

And so now even years later, Petra Parker the love of your life still amazes you. The two of you now celebrate May the 4th with your little baby May. But Revenge of the 5th? You drop little May off at Aunt May’s house, but just for a few hours.

Tags: @ma1egamer @jacenradio7 @multi-fandom-enjoyer @supercorpdanbeau @scarletquake-n7

[mako-neexu]

they really are touching on the subject of what it means to be an "Avenger" in this chapter... that bloody trail guda leaves as they move forward represents their despair, the exhaustion in their body feels as if carrying weight when they have nothing on them but their own self. guda's journey is a path of blood where they leave a trail behind, a mark of victory, a mark of defeat, a mark that they were there and has moved forward.

but the anger - the flames that dont burn engulf those tracks leave them empty, almost lifeless. numb. but thats the dangerous part. being empty. and so you find something to feel that emptiness. happiness. enjoyment. and so you cant help but lean over to death and destruction as you make your way down the hill to cross over to another destination.

and so for that to be prevented, you need an unwavering will of steel to prevent your body, your mind, your heart from going numb from both the despair and anger that could tear you and those you love apart.

[fotibrit]

call it projection but i dont think tony takes care of himself much. i know that boy has yellowish teeth and a bedhead that'll scare even the tasmanian devil.

so do you think that ever gets to him? like some nights he's just sittin there thinking about all the health bs he has going on. i imagine he'd spend hours just counting everything thats wrong with him. everything that hurts. like, his joints, chest, back, neck, teeth, eyes.

sounds horrible.

(I am talking about Tony pre-Infinity war)

I fully believe that Tony forces himself to continue being in the public eye because he dosn't know how else to motivate himself to take care of himself.

Every time he thinks about not brushing his teeth, he remembers the full-length article about how his teeth are yellowing, and how multiple reporters asked him about it after the article was released. Every time he considers a new haircut or facial hair style, he remembers the time he messed up shaving and had to sit through a 3 hour meeting about it, in which everyone tried to decide if Tony needs to just avoid public appearances until it regrows.

I think Tony is so very precise about how visible appearance, and for that reason, he is so sloppy with his non-visible health. He's got a stiff back from working through the night, and he likes it because nobody can see it. He's got acid reflux and he will never report it to a doctor because... who cares? The public doesn't, so he doesn't. He's got a shoulder that clicks every time he lifts his arm and doesn't give a shit, but if he gets a bloody nose he checks obsessively if the nose is not crooked.

And he will never let himself get out of the public eye, because then he would fall apart. If theres no crowd of eyes to keep him looking the part, he will stop being Tony Stark.

[youandtom2]

An Avenger's Revenge (dark!Peter Parker)

CHAPTER 1 // SERIES MASTERLIST // MAIN MASTERLIST

Summary: Spider-Man was just one of the mighty, powerful Gods that rule the Earth. A night of death, betrayal, war and defeat turns him into a myth, a memory to be forgotten about by the other Greedy Gods that share this planet. Without his generosity, the world takes a turn for the worse and the people are desperate for a solution. With a rebellion on the horizon, it may be your only chance to rise up against the Greedy Gods and restore Spider-Man's legacy.

Themes: dystopian, futuristic, smut, angst, death!, dark concepts**, a tad bit fluff :) **T/W: will be specified per chapter - none in this one

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

Everything did not go according to plan. Not one bit. 

The slums of Captain America’s faction has its stench wafting in through your nose, chilling you to the bone as you walk your way towards the water hole. It’s merely a poorly constructed circle of bricks that surrounds a puddle at best that refills itself every six hours. If you get there early enough, you’ll be lucky to get a bucketful that doesn’t have any dirt in it. 

A cautious eye keeps you protected, carefully watching the many sleeping bodies camped in the town square. Miners who are too injured to work, criminals who have been caught stealing, elderly too frail to move, all types of rejects out here in the outer slums left to rot. 

How the hell did you end up here? This time two years ago you were sitting by Tony’s side in a magnificent palace, eating breakfast with him on his final day, talking of a future that was meant to be, a time where optimism existed. 

What Tony feared the most came true; the Avengers were beyond furious with Tony’s decision to make Peter Parker his beneficiary, declaring that it was an act of the utmost betrayal. In their eyes, he wasn’t worthy of such responsibility, questioning ‘who was he to take over? Who was Peter Parker to be the first God amongst the elites to own two factions? Who even was Peter Parker?’

You didn’t get the chance to find out. You vividly remember the morning after Tony’s death, the morning Peter Parker was supposed to arrive, waking up in a pool of sweat that had soaked through your sheets. Initially, you thought it was a result of a bad dream but as soon as your eyes spotted the black smoke piling into your room you knew something wasn’t right. Panic fuelled your limbs, jumping into action and frantically trying to find an escape. The same 3 flights of stairs, quickly burning, were black with soot and you coughed and wheezed your way to the upper floor where things weren’t much better. Paralysed with fear, you barely had time to fret over the complete destruction of the palace, fire climbing up the golden walls and melting away the remnants of Tony’s memory. If it wasn’t for the sun’s beams peaking through the thick black smoke, you might’ve never crawled your way outside. 

You will never forget seeing the armada of soldiers congregating outside Tony’s palace as it burned behind you. Who’s soldiers - you didn’t know. You barely had time to think. The heat was unbearable, the smoke still scorched the inside of your lungs and screams flooded your ears. Only when you thought you were safe were you truly able to process the depravity of what was now your reality and you couldn’t describe the despair, the anguish that wounded your heart as it pounded in your chest, endless tears trickling down your red cheeks.

The image of Tony’s palace engulfed in a ploom of flames and smoke became tattooed into your mind. It’s there when you close your eyes and with every blink, you ask yourself…why did it have to end that way?

You are lucky to have survived but it seems that your luck ended there; trapped and captive in Captain America’s faction, you fight to meet dusk at the end of every day.  

“Is that you, dear?” Alma shouts from her corner. 

“Yes, it’s me. Are you alright?” 

“Yes, yes, just a little cold is all.” You immediately empty the water into your dispenser before tending to the old women gently rocking away in one of the four corners of your shared shack. You know Alma from Tony’s faction, a retired cook also kidnapped from her home and dragged to Captain America’s faction, and you were happy to see a familiar face. Injured on her way here (completely not her fault), she was thrown into the slums. It was a fate that most of Tony’s population sadly faced; workers, mothers, children, the elderly ripped from their homes by soldiers of different coloured uniforms. Golden, navy, black, green, purple, yellow, each representing a different Avenger. It was a free for all, like a pack of wolves tearing away at the one slab of meat, desperate to snatch themselves more workers to bring into their operation and feed their greed. 

“The water should last you until I get back. I need to go into the factory a little earlier today. There’s still a surplus of infinity stones left over from yesterday and someone’s got to polish them.” 

“I don’t envy you, I’ll tell you that much. Be careful!” 

“See you later, Alma.” 

The day is dull. The faction sits under a dark looming cloud that looks like it will release a downpour any minute. You just hope that you catch the train cart before it does; being cold and wet for the rest of the day won’t do you any good. Ahead of you is a long line of workers; miners, factory workers, machine operators, all ready to catch the train into the inner city for a long, laborious day. Working for Captain America isn’t nearly as pleasant as working for Tony was. Lost in his unethical ways, Captain America keeps production going as often as he can because watching his income turn from dirt to treasure from on high was his drug. Like Tony, Captain America chose the podium for his palace with precision and purpose. The grand white building proudly sits atop a hill, overshadowing the faction. Facing east, his palace is the first thing sunrise’s glow hits and the last thing it sees before it dips below the horizon, creating a magnificent backdrop for all of the faction workers to worship. Little does he know, most spit at the sight.

A forty-five minute journey later, you enter the factory. You are greeted by some of your colleagues, some of which you get on really well with; it’s the only thing about your job that you can appreciate. Albeit, nobody can quite fill the missing piece of you that was left behind in Tony’s faction. After the fire, you lost all contact with other staff, your mother too. To this day, you still don’t know if they made it out alive, and if they did, what became of them? What of Ginny? There’s no way of knowing, but for now you find solace in the women in the factory.

Although Tony lost everything he had worked for in one day, he can thank his lucky stars that the invasion was posthumous, because if his illness didn’t kill him, the sight of his faction being destroyed certainly would’ve done the job. Despite all of his losses, there was only one person that suffered more than anyone else that day. One who had lost not only the inheritance of Tony’s legacy, but his own too. Wealth, status, power, control, gone within a matter of hours. No one else but Peter Parker. His short-lived rule came to a bitter, devastating end, one that even the Godly power yielded from his infinity stones couldn’t prevent.

After all, the bigger they are, the harder they fall. 

“It was terrible!” A voice exclaims just a couple of yards down the conveyor belt. “The whole faction was up in flames in seconds, explosions everywhere, destruction around every corner - utter chaos. There’s nothing left of it now, just dust and rubble. Before I could even make an escape I was grabbed by Captain America’s men and thrown in the back of a truck. Next thing I know I’m thrown an apron and shoved in here.” 

The conversation reaches your ears and you can’t help but eavesdrop. She must be from Tony’s faction, just like you are. Finally someone else that could share your pain. 

“Sorry…you're from To--I mean Iron Man’s faction too?” 

The girl stops polishing the stone she’s working on and looks at you blankly. She swallows thickly before answering. “Um, no. Spider-Man’s.” 

“What? Spider-Man’s faction is destroyed too?” 

She nods her head. “The day after Iron Man’s death we were…we were invaded by e-everyone, Captain America, Black Widow, The Hulk, Doctor Strange, Hawkeye and Thor, everyone. We…we didn’t know why, we just tried to escape, but they were everywhere just grabbing who they could. Like it was planned.” 

“Because it was,” you mutter dejectedly. The girl from Spider-Man’s faction and a few others around her gasp, murmuring unintelligibly. “Spider-Man was to inherit everything of Iron Man’s, including his faction and I guess the other Avengers weren’t too happy, jealous even. They would’ve done anything to stop that from happening.” 

“Holy shit, holy…shit! Spider-Man was going to have two factions?! How much richer can these bastards get? Wait, how do you know this?”

“I was one of Iron Man’s maids. Told us we were going to be taken care of--”

“Yeah, Spider-Man told us all the same thing. And we believed him.” Her voice is downcast, eyes sinking low. She mindlessly fiddles with the stone in her hand, thoughts of betrayal running through her mind. “Guess we just shouldn’t trust anything the Gods say, huh?” 

“Yeah.” You sigh. The conversation fades into silence and suddenly no one knows what to do, too downtrodden to carry on their work. You would hate to leave the conversation on such a bitter note, so you swiftly introduce yourself with what smile you can manage, one that tells her that you share her pain.

She smiles back. It’s forced but at least it’s something. “I’m Mina.” 

That conversation you had with Mina two years ago is what brought you two closer, and for the first few weeks at the factory, you felt like hot shit. You were Iron Man’s maid. Everyone wanted to know what that was like, what inside an Avenger’s palace looked like, what he was like, and although you enjoyed feeling special enough to be at the centre of everyone’s attention, you were just as desperate to find out what Spider-Man was like. Two years ago, you hotly anticipated meeting him and that feeling has yet to be fulfilled. All you're left with is a craving that you suspect will never be satisfied. 

Mina doesn’t exactly have much on him, but she gives what she can. 

“He wasn’t much, honestly, and we didn’t have much either but we got by. It’s sure as shit better than being here. Our people loved him though, like…properly adored the guy and I could see why--” 

Helena steps in, a Captain America original. Her boisterous voice takes over the conversation with a devilish smile lacing her words. “Oh, I think we all know why.” 

“What? Why?” You ask.

“Are you kidding? Have you seen the guy? If his sculpture at the temple is anything to go by, he’s fucking gorgeous--”

“Was.” Mina rumbles.

“Yeah, alright, alright. Was gorgeous. But he was a god I’d happily sell my soul for. I’d climb him like a tree--” 

“Jesus, Helena. The guy’s dead. Give it a rest. Anyway, yeah he was stunning and I think -- I think he cared about us…it’s just that sometimes you couldn’t tell if he was being genuine or whether he was just up Iron Man’s ass and following his footsteps.” 

“Could you blame him if he was? I mean, he was just about to become one of the most powerful Avenger so maybe sucking up to him did the trick. That was Cap’s mistake. That rival they had decades ago fucked him and us over completely.” 

Mina whips around to face Helena with a hand glued to her sashayed hip, an eyebrow cocked high on her forehead. You suddenly feel like you’ve become a spectator in the conversation despite having initiated it. “We’re two Avengers down, two factions have been burnt to a crisp and no longer exist leaving millions unemployed and homeless, we’re stuck with Captain Ass, and the world is at the mercy of six of the most insane Avengers - so I wouldn’t exactly say what Spider-Man did ‘did the trick’. If anything, we’re more fucked.” 

“Yo, shut the fuck up! If you get caught saying that kind of stuff, you’ll be put against the post!” 

Mina rolls her eyes as a subtle ‘bite me’ leaves her lips and you do what it takes to suppress the giggle. The soft rustling of the polishing brushes fills the silence once again, scraping away the dirt and stone that clings to the infinity stones before preparing them for shipment straight to Captain America’s palace. The stone’s sheen hits your eyes, reflecting the overhead lamp as it spotlights its iridescent ruby red colour to reveal a potential within. What you would do if you had the strength to yield its power, what you would change about the world and how you would change it for the better, and in that moment of thought you look to your hands. They are red raw, blistered and torn apart with the roughness of it all. Further below you, your feet ache, pleading with you to give them a rest but the conveyor belt never stops moving, never stops bringing in more stones and there’s no time for a break. This has been your ‘everyday’ for the last two years, a lifetime for some and you’re not sure how much more of it you can take.

A laugh suddenly erupts from your throat, almost hysterical because realistically you know you don’t even have the strength to fight the exhaustion. It’s absolutely ridiculous that you have the audacity to think about changing the world. 

Well, if not you, then who?

Out of nowhere, your body convulses with a shiver as a tickling sensation feathers across your arm. Eyes snap to the miniscule spider tiptoeing across your skin. It was completely red, all but the small black dot on its hind. 

“Mina?” You blurt. “Did…did Spider-Man really die?” 

“Pretty sure. There’s no way he could’ve survived the attack. Like you said, the other Avengers would’ve done anything to stop him rising to complete supremacy, right?” 

A wistful sight seeps from your lips. “Um…yeah. Of course. You’re right.” The small, harmless spider continues to stumble across your skin and with the gentlest of touches, you scoop up the little creature, placing it gently on the floor under the machinery where it scuttles into the shadows. 

That’s probably the closest you’ll ever get to meeting Spider-Man, huh?

Chapter 2 coming 8th of July

[jack-crow-lantern]

WHAT

@vampyr-bats

[saturncodedstarlette]

You & who⁉️😳

[lilirot]

Happy Birthday Eggplant Mephistopheles!

A dashing prince on his way to save(?) Princess Diavolo.

[michimonie]

More Duck Superheroes! I plan to slowly add to my list of duck superheroes, but it's going to be a while. I also plan to pick a few old ones and make them nicer, as you can see with the new Quiverwing Quack and Toxic Revenger. There are SO many Disney duck heroes.

I'm definitely happy with how The Duck She-venger turned out, but I'll probably have to come back to the Masked Mallard in the future.

For anyone wondering about Duck She-venger vs Super Daisy, I've heard that name attached to both this version and the Ultra heroes one, but it seems like the Ultra Heroes Super Daisy uses it more, so this painting will be the Duck She-venger.