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Hope ~ Peter Parker (Pt. I)

Summary: Thanos won. Peter is gone, as well as half the universe, and Y/N is left all alone. What is she going to do without the ones she loves?

Fandom: MCU

Warnings: ANGST! This is literally all sadness so sorry about that.

Word Count: 4989 (13.8 pages)

A/N: So this is the FIRST part of TWO OR THREE! If you wanna be tagged in the next few please let me know! Also, tell me what you think?

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Y/N's head rests on the shoulder of her best friend of too many years to count, Peter Parker. Currently, their class were on a bus on their way to a school field trip to the Museum of Modern Art, and neither Peter nor Y/N had gotten a lot of sleep last night. It was a particularly interesting evening while Peter was on patrol last night, and he, of course, got hurt while trying to stop a gang of armed robbers at a jewellery store. It wasn't unusual for Spiderman to appear at the girl's window, asking for a quick checkup after a more serious fight, and the "checkup" that night was definitely not short or easy.

So they lay there, Peter's head rests in his folded arms, which were placed atop of the seat in front of him while Y/N's head lay on his shoulderblade, sleeping soundly on the shaking bus. Or at least they were.

Peter felt an overwhelming feeling spread across his body, all his senses enhanced to 11 as the hairs on his arms and the back of his neck raised, opting the boy to open his eyes quickly, and looking out the window for the potential danger, and it wasn't all that hard to find it. There, just a few miles away, was a giant flying donut-looking spaceship thing floating over New York City, debris being flung around it as if light as paper. He quickly shot up, knocking over Y/N's head that was previously quite comfortably cuddled into his shoulder, causing her to groan and slowly open her Y/C/E eyes, looking at Peter and silently asking what the hell his problem was. She quickly understood the situation when she looked past him out of the window, eyes going wide as a little gasp escaped her lips.

Peter's hand extended out to pat Ned's face, he's another person they've been close to for a long time. Ned took out his earbuds and turned around to ask Peter what was wrong before also making eye contact with the spaceship, quickly reading the energy. 

"I need you to cause a distraction," Peter whispered to him, but before he could even finish his sentence Ned was standing up, running down the aisle of the bus screaming "We're all gonna die!". All the other students gathered on one side of the bus, looking out the window to try and get a better look at the scene in front of them. Y/N grabs Peter's arm, forcing him to look up at her.

"You're not going out there," she whispers, making sure none of their classmates heard her. "Peter, I swear to God, you better not go out there, I swear-"

"Y/N, hey, relax," he said, looking into her eyes and mapping out her face, trying to remember every detail. "I'll be fine. I swear."

"No!" She exclaimed, before looking back at the students, seeing if any of them were paying attention, but they all still seemed to be too enthralled with the flying metal donut. She looked back at her best friend, her world. "Peter, I can't... I can't risk you, please." The look in her eyes was sincere, she was scared, a rare thing to see come across her face. Peter let out a sigh, looking back at his city before turning back to her.

"Y/N, you know I have to. I'd stay here with you if I could-"

"But you can!" She screamed back.

"No I can't," he says, lowering his voice. He closed his brown eyes, scrunching them up. "I just, I can't. Please, you gotta understand, love. I can't just leave it. When you have ability's like mine and the bad stuff happens, it-"

"It happens because of you," she finished quietly. He'd said it before, he always does before going off on one of his crazy missions or whatever. She still didn't make any sense of it, she never understood his point, but she loved him too much to think too much about it. Hot tears ran down her flushed cheeks, but she hadn't realized she started crying until she felt Peter's soft palm come into contact with her jaw, the pad of his thumb gently wiping off the stray tears. She leaned into his warm touch, closing her eyes and letting a few more tears fall down as her hand went up to hold his hand against her. After a few seconds, she sighed, opening her now red eyes and looking at the threat.

"I'll be fine, I'll come back," he says, offering her a smile, moving his thumb across her cheek again. "You know I'll always come back." She smiled back, a bittersweet laugh passing through her lips, although it turned into a sob. 

"You better come back soon, we still have dinner and a movie tonight." She said. Ever since they were little, one would go over to the other's apartment and have dinner together and watch a movie, usually Star Wars. Peter laughed, shaking his head.

"You know I wouldn't miss it for the world," he says. They smile at each other, not knowing it would be their last moments for a very long time. Y/N leaned forward and placed a kiss on his forehead, leaning her head against his. The action was friendly, as much as Y/N wished it meant more.

"Go get 'em, tiger," she whispered, her old nickname for him making the two smile. Peter grabbed his suit, pulling the mask over his face before jumping out the window. Y/N watched as the web-slinging teenager disappeared into the distance, looking for his mentor and any way to help, and she missed him already.

It had been a good few hours since Y/N last saw Peter, and her nerves were starting to rise. The field trip to MoMA was cancelled due to New York being attacked by aliens. Y/N's parents picked Y/N up from her school and drove back to the apartment. Y/N was thankful that she didn't run into May while heading home. As much as she loved the woman and how much she's done for her, Y/N didn't think she could stand telling her that her nephew had gone off to fight the aliens. 

Y/N sat on the old couch, intently watching the news, hoping they would spot any sign of Spiderman or Iron Man for that fact, but it seemed that they had gone when the spaceship had. She could only pray Peter wasn't stupid enough to go on that thing, but knowing him, those chances were slim to none. As each minute passed, Y/N became more and more worried that Peter, in fact, wouldn't come home.

But she trusted Peter. He would never lie to her, and he definitely would never break a promise. At least she hoped he wouldn't. 

"Y/N, honey," her mother called from the kitchen in the next room. "Is Peter still coming for dinner tonight? Should I order some extra pizza for you two?" The question made her freeze. Would Peter still come tonight? She knew the odds were slim, but Y/N was a girl who was powered by hope. 

"Yeah mom," she replied. "And remember, Peter likes extra cheese." Y/N's mom laughed at her daughter's comment. 

"I'd think I'd know that after doing this every other week for the past 10 years or so hun," she smiled at her before dialling the phone and ordering the pizza. Y/N sighed and turned her head back in the direction of the TV. It was getting dark outside, and she couldn't help but worry, thinking about what might've happened to Peter. She looked at the screen, staring at it, trying to read all the headlines at once. As much as she didn't want to admit it, she knew he wouldn't make it, not today.

"You know what, mom? I think we should just order for us, I don't think Peter can make it tonight." She turned from the fluorescent screen to look at her mother, but she was gone. Y/N scrunched her eyebrows together in confusion, looking at the phone which sat on the island in the kitchen. Y/N walked over and picked it up, it seemed as if her mother hadn't even hung up. "Mom? Where'd you go?" She asked, raising her voice, maybe she had just wandered into another room, but there was no response. "Mom? MOM!" she started to run towards the hallway before slipping on something. She looked down and picked up the black dust from the floor, a pile sitting where she had previously seen her mother last. Before she could look more into what the substance she heard a crash from outside the window. Her head shot up, eyes wide and tears starting to form in her eyes as she ran towards her window, and what she saw outside would be scarred into her mind forever.

Everywhere she looked she saw people screaming. The sky filled with smoke and dust, cars were running into each other left and right, into poles, into other people. But there was no one in these cars. And as she looked upon the pedestrians, she saw them dissolving into dust, similar to the pile on her kitchen floor.

'Breaking News from New York City,' the news anchor announced from the television, causing Y/N to rip her eyes away from the street below her and to the TV, sobs raking through her body. 'Terror is taking over the country as many people seem to be vanishing, turning into dust and-' but as he was talking, screaming was heard from a different part of the studio, crew members screaming each other's names. The newsman lifted his arm, or what was his arm, fear taking over his face. He looked around as if searching for answers. Y/N watched in horror, her body shaking intensely as she sat down and curled herself into a ball, her breathing going heavy as she feels her heart beating faster than it ever has before, about to explode from the confinement in her ribs. It wasn't the first time Y/N has had a panic attack, but it was the first time she didn't have anyone there to help her calm down. In fact, it seemed as if she didn't have anyone at all. And she sat there, crying for what felt like hours on end.

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It had only been a few weeks, not that Y/N was keeping track of the days that had passed by, since what was now called the Decimation. For all she knew it could've been months, years since she didn't bother going out or doing anything all that productive. Y/N had only left her apartment once, and that was to stock up on food for the next couple of weeks a few days after everything and everyone was taken from her. Everything was shut down, so grocery stores we're basically a big help yourself.

Y/N hadn't slept more than a minute in the past week or so; every time she closed her eyes, she saw her mom disappearing, hearing the crashing of cars and screaming of people out her window, the dust of those who had vanished polluting the air. She laid in her bed for hours, sometimes days on end. She never took care of herself, eating only a couple of times a week, not bothering to shower pretty much at all, it's not like there was anyone there for her anyway.

After she had seen what was happening on the street below her window and watching the tv guy dissolve before her eyes and millions of others, she called everyone she knew, Ned, MJ, even May, but no one ever replied. And when she went knocking at their doors, no one ever answered. So there she was, alone. 

Y/N pried her eyes open, the hazy sunlight shining through her window. She laid under the covers in her bed, curled in a ball with her knees pulled into her chest as she laid on her side. She finally extended out her hand, gently picking up her phone to check the time. When she pressed the power button, she instantly regretted turning it on. Displayed on the screen was a picture of herself and Peter, taken on the night of homecoming sophomore year. The two of you had the biggest of smiles on your face, your beautiful red dress that hugged at your waist and flowed out down to just above your knees matched Peter's rose on his chest and his tie. Of course, later Peter had run off to stop the Vulture, but Y/N didn't mind, and helped Ned as the "guys in the chair". 

Y/N once again felt tears starting to well up in her eyes. She scrunched up her eyes as she tried to fight them off,  but the salty droplets fell from her once bright eyes and down her paling cheeks. But her moment was quickly put to a halt when she heard someone knocking at her door. Y/N threw the covers off of her and sat up in her bed, her body going rigid. She was scared to answer the door, but then again only her closest friend knew where she lived. She was going to leave it, deciding it was probably someone who was doing some sort of post-snap census, which had been happening for a few days. But the person on the other side of the door knocked again, this time more persistently. She groaned, wiping the tears from her dry cheeks and walking over towards the apartment door, looking through the peephole. Her eyes went wide when she saw who was outside and flung open the door, mouth agape as she stared at him.

"M-Mr. Stark?" she whispered. He looked different, if she was being honest he looked dead, defeated. He offered her a small smile, but it wasn't genuine, it was one of pity.

"Hey, kid," he said, also quietly. Tony had met Y/N before, Peter had brought her to the compound a few times and he had always enjoyed her company whenever she came. But this girl standing in front of him was not Y/N. It's not like Tony had known her too well, but he knew her well enough to know that she didn't have eyes so bloodshot she looked like a drug addict, hair pulled into a bun that had obviously been left there for days, the grease almost leaking through the hair tie, and the abundant tears stains that covered her cheeks. "I guess it's been a while, huh?" he attempted to make a joke, but she just gave a small nod and looked out of the hallway.

"Is he with you?" she asked, looking up and down the hallway again. "Did you see him, was he with you when the spaceship was here? Is he okay? Peter?!" words flowed from her mouth like vomit, only making Tony's job coming here harder. Watching her call out for Peter broke his heart almost as much as watching the same boy disappearing in his arms.

"Y/N, hey, you need to calm down, okay? Deep breaths," he said, grabbing one of her shoulders. Seeing the panic in her eyes reminded him of himself, suffering from PTSD. She shook her head, grabbing at her hair and tugging it, ripping out strands without noticing.

"No, no. I need to see him. Where is he? Where's Peter?" she kept asking, tears now falling at an increasingly rapid pace. Tony couldn't help his own tears surfacing as he held the girl, feeling her breaking under his palms. "Please. I need him. I need him, please." Her voice so quiet that it mixed with the fan going in the distance. Tony watched as her head fell, sobs shaking her small form. He pulled her into a hug, he knew that they both needed it.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered into her ear. He felt her shake her head against him as if saying "please don't say it." "We tried everything we could but-- but he's-- he's gone, Y/N. I'm sorry." Her body went slack on his as she fell, but Tony was quick to catch her. And then she screamed, and it was the most heart-wrenching sound Tony had ever heard, and just hearing her wail made the tears trapped in his eyes release. He sat kneeled on the hallway floor, holding the broken girl in his arms, stroking her hair and whispering "I'm sorry," over and over, hoping that it would help. But it didn't. At this point nothing did.

After Y/N had calmed down, her bawling turned into the occasional sniffle, Tony put his arm around her under her armpit and helped her up. He noticed that she seemed too weak to even hold her own body weight, although he guessed she must be at least three pounds lighter just by the amount of crying she had done only minutes ago. He carried her inside, pushing the door she had left open a little wider so the two of them could fit and plopped her down in the living room. Her small apartment was very similar to Peter's, probably because he lived just down the hall, just as he almost always had. As he set her down, he handed her a blanket to cuddle into to console herself while he wandered into the kitchen for a snack for both of them.

"T-t-there's some f-f-Froot Loops... u-u-up in the cupboard." Y/N's small voice spoke out, reaching a small shaking hand to point to the cabinet she was talking about. He took out some small bowls and poured the cereal and milk into them, putting in little spoons and carrying them over. He sat on the other side of the couch, Y/N offered her blanket to share with Tony, but he politely declined. They both munched on their cereal silently, watching the quietly playing news broadcast. The news anchor had been replaced by a new woman, how always had her black hair tied up in a tight bun and glossy red lips.

"Your mom and dad here?" Tony asked. Y/N kept herself from shuttering, shaking her head before clearing her throat, her voice coming our quiet and raspy.

"My dad left us a while ago," she spoke quietly. "And my mom... well my mom disappeared, just like the rest of them." Her voice shook as she tried to keep herself from crying again. She didn't want to make Mr. Stark feel the need to deal with her sorrow, even though she appreciated it none the less. Tony looked at her with pity in his eyes and looked down back into the colourful milk, nodding. 

"You tried getting in contact with any of your other friends? Have you heard from any of them?" He asked cautiously, he probably could've guessed the answer. She shook her head no. "So you've just been living here, alone?" She nodded. Tony sighed, reaching over and giving her a pat on the knee. Y/N hated pity, it was something she experienced from others all too much, but for some reason, she felt safe with Mr. Stark. She looked up and smiled at him, or at least she tried to. Tony offered her one back. "Listen, I want you to know that the compound is always open, and you can come and stay whenever you want for however long you want," Tony said. "The Avengers miss you, ya know. It's been a while since you've been over."

Y/N let out a laugh, but he didn't believe it. "I only went with Peter. It would be sorta weird if I just showed up by myself I didn't want you guys thinking anything lesser of me." Tony scoffed at her statement, flicking his hand jokingly.

"Nonsense. You're family now, just like Peter is." He assured her. The mention of his name brought a frown back onto her face, she looked down.

"Was." She mumbled, pushing a piece of hair behind her ear. Tony shook his head.

"Is," he said confidently. Y/N lifted her head and look at him through her perpendicular vision. "We're gonna get him back, we're gonna get all of them back. I promise." He placed a steady hand on her shoulder, and she smiled at him. He still had the sense that it wasn't truly genuine, but she was getting there.

"Okay, she said, turning more towards him. "Thank you, Mr. Stark." He smiled at her shaking his head again.

"Please, call me Tony, Y/N. After all, I feel as if you might as well get on a first name basis with all of us since I have a feeling that you'll be seeing us more often." Y/N let out a small laugh, smiling a little and nodding her head. She paused to think about it before nodding again and looking back at him.

"Maybe I will  take you up on your offer, Tony." She said, a shine in her eyes. And all at once that feeling of hope was coming back to her, running through her veins and filling her heart. They were gonna get him back.

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​​​​​​​​​​​​​The drive upstate took a few hours, as it always did, but time felt slower this time. Maybe because Peter wasn't in the car with you, making jokes and singing too loudly to old pop hits from the early 2000s, annoying Happy until he turned off the radio and shut the window between him and the two of you. The music played quietly in the very expensive looking Audi, Tony tapping his foot to the beat of old rock while Y/N gazed out the window. The world really is a different place after the Decimation. It looked like an apocalypse had happened, like the crazy stuff in those far-from realistic zombie movies you would see on Netflix.

As the Audi rolled into the long driveway that leads to the compound, memories start to wash over Y/N. She remembers the first time she came here, a few weeks after she found out he was Spiderman, Peter brought her up one day to finally meet her all-time idol, who happens to be seated next to her at the present moment. She remembered crying when THE Tony Stark gave her a hug and crying even more when she met the rest of the crew. She remembered her first sleepover here with Peter when the Avengers were out on a mission, which was too dangerous for Peter to come along (much to his disappointment). She had been here a few times in the past few years, but every time she walks into the building and sees the world-famous superheroes, she can't help but lose her breath.

"Shall we greet the others?" Tony asks. Y/N wiped a tear that somehow slipped from her lashes and nodded. Tony guided her to the large conference room, where the remaining Avengers and some other recruits she didn't recognize were gathered, discussing plans on how to undo what happened. "Hey guys, brought a special guest with me. Some of you know her already."

Tony's voice gained everyone in the rooms attention. Y/N tried to give a small smile and waved a little. She didn't really want to talk since she knew her voice would sound like shit. Thor, who had been sitting off to the side with his head down looked up to see the girl. He had always been very fond of her and always liked when the 'Spiderling' brought her over for a movie night. He stood up, a smile adorning his face and walked over to her. Y/N knew that he smiled as she did, that he also suffered a great loss, but so did everyone else in the room.

"Lady Y/N! How good to see you again," Thor says with a smile as he shakes her hand with his two clasped tightly around her much smaller one, unintentionally shaking her whole body. She smiled up at him, saying her own quick hello. Y/N said hi to a few others that she recognized, Tony's wife Pepper, Rhodey, Natasha, Bruce, and Steve. She was also introduced to some new people, including a talking raccoon who goes by the name of Rocket, a blue robot alien who travelled with Tony named Nebula, and a flying glowing warrior woman from space called Captain Marvel. It was a very interesting scene, to say the least. 

Y/N sat with Thor on the bench he was seated at earlier as she watched and listened to the discussion. They seemed angry and hopeless, discussing how they would get the infinity stones back. As they talked, Thor didn't try the make any discussion, just keeping his head down while seated beside the teenage girl, occasionally making small talk with her to defuse the growing awkward energy.

"Wait, sorry to interrupt," Y/N raises her voice for the first time. "But what do you mean the stones are gone. Surely there's got to be a way to track Thanos and find them. Those stones emit massive amounts of energy they have to be somehow traceable and when we find them we can take Thanos down and undo the snap."

"It's not that easy, Lady Y/N," Thor spoke beside her, standing up with her and placing a heavy hand on her shoulder.

"The stones are traceable, of course," Natasha spoke to her. "A few days after the snap there was another blast identical to the one that happened here a few weeks ago after Thanos snapped his fingers. When we went to trace it, we found Thanos, but he destroyed the stones."

"What?" Y/N said, squinting her eyebrows in confusion and closing her eyes, bringing up all the information she had on the stones. "But-but that's impossible! Those stones are the strongest elements in the universe, there's no way even he could destroy them!"

"That's what we thought too," Steve spoke. "But they weren't there, trust me. We're doing everything we can to ry and think of a solution, so why don't you just sit back down, try and relax-"

"You said you know where Thanos is," Y/N cut off the super soldier, to which he rolled his eyes and sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Then go confront him, make him bring them back! There's got to be some way to undo it! What if-"

"Um, who invited the child to speak," Rocket said, yelling at the girl. "This isn't your place to talk princess! This is adult stuff!" Y/N looked the raccoon dead in the eyes, glaring him down as he did the same.

"I'm not a child," she said coldly, making her way towards him slowly. "And I have every right to speak, whenever I want to whoever I want and whatever I want." 

"You don't have any idea what's going on around here!" He said, standing in his chair. "So no, you don't have any right to be talking about this, because you don't understand this! You're a kid!"

"If I didn't understand what was going on, I wouldn't have spoken up!"  She screamed, now right in front of the talking creature. "I've done my research! I know about what happened! And I am going to do whatever it takes to bring everything back!"

"You weren't there! I didn't see you fighting against Thanos and his army!" Rocket yells back as the girl. "Unless you were out there doing something, I have no respect for you or what you say!"

"I didn't have to be there to go through what any of you did! I lost people too!" She yelled back, the two were standing so close that the yelling exchange made them almost deaf. "And I sure as hell don't need your respect! You're a talking animal for fuck's sake!"

"Enough!" Thor spoke, his voice booming as everyone turned their head towards him. Thor walked towards Y/N, spinning her around and placing his hands on her shoulders. "Thanos is dead. I killed him. There's no other way." Y/N's red face softened, her eyes going wide as her breath got caught in her throat. Y/N felt like she should have been happy at hearing that, she should have felt safe, knowing that justice was done to the man who had caused pain and suffering to not only herself but billions of others. But she felt a weight at the pit of her stomach, something that made her feel sick, telling her that this wasn't the time to feel relief.

"No," she whispered, shaking her head and backing away from the god. "No, no, no, that can't be true. He can't be dead he's like invincible," her voice grew louder with every syllable that left her chapped lips until she was turned around and yelling, Thor having to hold her back. "This can't be it! This can't be the end! There has to be some other way, please!" She fell to her knees and started to cry again. Tony pushed his way through the people, going to the girl and trying to calm her down the way he had just a few hours before.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry," he whispered, bringing her into a hug, hoping it would comfort her from the truth. "I'm sorry but this is it."

And all at once, he was gone again. All of that hope, that filled her lungs and rushed through her veins, disappeared just as fast as that half the universe.

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Can you do a one where Normal!Reader rescues an injured Peter? Prompt 2 and 10 pleeeeeaaaseee

Summary: Peter gets into trouble and this time you’re the one to help him. 

Pairing: Peter Parker x Normal!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of blood/injury, violence, a little angst, a little fluff

A/N: Prompts are in bold. Italics are texts. Hope you enjoy it! Also, I’m trying to make it gender-neutral for the reader but if there are pronouns I’m sorry! Request a prompt from this list. 

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“Come on, I promise I’m not going to swing away like I did last time,” Peter told you as you both walked through the park. 

“Like you’ve done the past three times. Pete, you know I love that you do this.. internship.. but if you keep ditching on dates-”

“I won’t! I promise, no more ditching. I’ll only leave if someone is going to die.” He said, making your shoulders slump. 

“Peter!” You exclaimed, exhausted from having this conversation with him. Every time he heard or saw something he could always make the excuse that someone could die. It wasn’t fair to you that you always came second all the time, but you still couldn’t ask him to give it up. You knew he loved being Spider-Man, which made it harder to have these talks with him. “Someone is always going to be able to die. Just… please stay for this one.”

Peter looked at you and nodded, trying his best to ignore everyone around the two of you and focus on you. It wasn’t that hard, Peter could focus on you every second of the day. It was the small moments that pulled him out of it that were difficult, a car alarm going off, sirens, someone screaming for help. It’s why he did his best to stay with you, focus on your soft voice, or your mesmerizing eyes, try and listen to your heartbeat. “You know I don’t like leaving you.” He stated, hand in yours. “I can’t help it sometimes.” 

“I know, Pete, I know. And that’s okay, but you need a break every once and a while too.” You told him, looking around the park. 

It was a beautiful day out with the sun shining and the birds chirping, which is why Peter decided to ask you to go to Central Park. Being citizens of the city meant that the two of you barely got to go to touristy places. One of the only times he went to Coney Island is when a plane crashed right in front of it. Even though the park wasn’t foreign to New Yorkers, Peter didn’t go there much. And that is why it made the perfect place for a date. 

Well, it was a perfect date until he lost focus and heard a gunshot go off from a few blocks away. And you could immediately tell that he heard something by the way that he stiffened and stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. “I- uh… I gotta go.” He said, slowly looking down at you and tightening his grip on his backpack. 

“I promise I’ll meet you back at your place tonight for dinner.” He said, letting go of your hand. Just as you were about to protest, tell him that if he was going to leave now he didn’t need to show up tonight, he ran towards the buildings to get changed. 

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Uptown

Academy Street

You got those distress texts from him 30 minutes ago. How he got all the way across the city in five minutes still baffled you, but this time he was uptown and you didn’t have the ability to swing there like he did. It was a miracle that you got there in the time you did. You hopped on the train to go there and tried calling him so you could make sure he was still alive. Peter rarely ever texted you for help. There wasn’t much that you would be able to do, you didn’t have any powers. And with the amount of time that it took, you were starting to worry that it wouldn’t help even if you did have superpowers. 

You finally got off the train and ran towards the smoke. The fire-department must have not gotten a call yet, because you couldn’t hear sirens or see lights. Once you got to the building you tried to call out to him, almost slipping up his name. “Pe–Spider–Spider-Man?” You called out, walking around the fallen concrete, trying your best to stay calm. You didn’t hear any response, causing you to freak out and think the worst until you heard the faint call of your name. 

“(Y-Y/N)?” You heard the strained voice. “I-I can’t move. They-They have me tied up.” He said, still quite far away from you. “I-I think my arm is broken, I can’t get out.” 

“I’m coming for you, don’t move.” Covering your face with your sleeve, you moved through the rubble to make your way down to Peter. You caught sight of him, battered and bruised. You could see the black eye he had along with a couple of nasty cuts on his face. His suit arm was torn by what seemed to be a claw. “Is anyone else here?” You asked, ducking down to avoid a fallen piece of wood. You saw him slowly shake his head, eyes fluttering from open to close. 

“Peter,” You said in a gentle voice, reaching the metal chair he was in. “I’m gonna help you get out, but you gotta stay awake for me.” You said, looking around to find something to cut the bonds that had his hands together. He nodded in response as you found a sharp piece of metal, grabbing it with your sleeve so you didn’t cut yourself. 

You walked over to him and slowly started to cut the restraints. “What happened?” You asked, just to keep him talking so he wouldn’t nod off. 

“They-they had this girl, and I tried to save her but it was a trap. I got over to her and they-they hit me over the head and then I woke up and everything was on fire and I couldn’t move and my arm hurt like crazy–” 

“Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.” You told him once you got the restraints cut from his wrists. He looked into your eyes as you came around to face him, seeing the concern in them. He listened to you and found the sound of your heartbeat to relax him. 

“Come on, let’s get you out of here.” You said quietly, wrapping an arm carefully around his waist and putting his arm around your shoulders. “I can’t support all of you so you’re going to have to help.” You said, walking slowly around the debris you had just come through. He had a slight limp as you walked him out of the building to safety, it finally collapsing just as you made the safe distance. That just happened to be the time the fire trucks arrived. 

You help Peter back to his apartment, getting some clothes for him to cover up the suit and the cuts he had. You managed to clean up his injuries pretty well, seeing that the minor ones already started to heal. “You know, when you said you wouldn’t leave unless someone was going to die, I didn’t think that included you.” 

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aut neca aut necare: I

Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

*Please don’t plagiarize my work, thank you :3*

Summary:  Spidey believes in her, although he was his doubts about her intentions. If she’d known those doubts would be her downfall she’d have acted better.

Warnings: Cursing, implied bullying, but this is actually pretty fluffy. For now.

Words: 1,908

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Kimberly wasn’t the only looming threat to you anymore. I mean, she’s up there. You thought. She’s like in the top five. Maybe three. Your fingers tingled with energy all the time now, as if any movement too sudden would trigger a chain reaction. It already happened a few times; you would let go and something in the room would fly into a wall and shatter. That was only at your apartment thought; your mother was yet to see these new abilities, thank god. So far, you’d gotten through most of school without an accident. It didn’t help that Kimberly was in half your classes, eyes boring into the back of your head.

“You okay?” Peter asked softly, poking your arm. Your head snapped at the sound of his voice, another thing you hadn’t learned to control: the odd but pleasant fluttering in your chest when he spoke. A feeling that, by the way, someone shouldn’t be having for her best friend. Despite your face heating up, you convinced yourself it was nothing. Maybe I’m getting sick. Mum did forget to stop by the drug store. She probably didn't go on purpose, just ‘cause we had that fight...

“Yeah. Just tired.”

“Cool, cool.” Peter mumbled, somewhat awkward. He glanced sideways at you from his book. “You can talk to me, y’know? The whole lab accident made you, uh, quiet.”

“I’m fine, Peter.”

“I know.” He defended, earning a glare from the librarian. “I’m only reminding you that we’ve been best friends for six-”

“Seven.”

“Seven years now.” He finished, closing his book. “If you don’t tell me all your secrets then I’m- I’m just plain hurt, (Name).”

He feigned pain and you flicked his cheek, chuckling under your breath. “Okay you cocky asshole, I got it. Nothing’s wrong, ‘m fine.”

You felt Kimberly’s eyes on you once again, even without looking back. They felt like lasers on the back of your head, slowly burying into your skull. The bell rang and you hopped up, grabbing your pre-packed backpack and tapping your foot as Peter got his.

“See you tomorrow Peter!”

You burst through the school’s back door, already excited for later tonight. Sure, your “super-suit” was handmade and obviously stitched together, but it let you wander the streets of Queens at night without being detected.

“Spidey!” You shouted joyfully, dangling your legs over the side of the building. The Bug Boy landed beside you gracefully, probably showing off his skill. He was already a two years into being Spiderman, and had figured out all the possible secrets in his new suit.

“Hey.” Spidey said, trying and failing to casually lean against some support railing. His elbow slipped and he stumbled, managing to catch himself before a faceplant. You laughed loudly, slightly muffled by your mask. Spidey’s eyes widened with embarrassment, making you laugh even harder. The only non-perfected part of his suit were the eyes; they were comical and expressive, hardly fitting his new “darker, more mature” look.

“Are you sure you’re a trained super?” You ask as he plops down beside you.

“Pshh! Shut up.”

He’s pouting playfully under his mask, you can tell. “Aren’t you gonna teach me something today?”

“Oh yeah! Right. How’s your flying?”

You turned away to look at the skyline, the sun barely peeking from behind skyscrapers. Of course the smokestacks in the distance were less than ideal, but they, along with the smog they created, were a black outline against a fiery sunset. You could feel Spidey’s lenses focus on you, and you wondered why he bothered to look at you when the sky was this beautiful. “I...haven’t really tried it since last time?”

“Wh- Sunshine, you said you’d practice!”

You lifted the bottom of your mask and stuck out your tongue. “Don’t call me sunshine!”

“Alright Sunshine. Wanna go practice?”

“Oh fuck you.”

Spidey giggled, already standing on the ledge. “How very hurtful. C’mon, show me your progress.”

You looked down over the ledge, the dumpster at the bottom looking more and more disgusting by the second. Spidey gave you a thumbs up. Rolling your eyes, you pushed yourself off the ledge. 

Oh.

Oh god.

Oh no-

Time slowed down as you fell, the wind rushing through your open fingers. Your eyes watered, but you kept going. Spiderman sat anxiously at the top of the building, waiting to swing down and catch you when you screamed the codeword for stop. Despite the wind pushing against your chest, you managed to breathe in and concentrate as the asphalt grew closer and closer. You were less than two stories away from the ground and then-

Your body dissolved into dark blue smoke. Spidey whooped once and threw himself off the ledge, swinging after you. You traveled in a sort of billowing smoke, not really a cloud but not mist. The smoke flew low over the ground, out of the alley and onto a road and- Headlights emerged out of nowhere. You veered up to avoid a truck, momentarily transforming back to human form mid-air, two stories over the bustling road. You began to drop, flailing your limbs like a trapped bug, trying to get back into smoke form.

“Spidey!” You screamed, preparing to be flattened by the ground and then run over by a car. A web stuck to your back, yanking you up like a bungee jumper. One arm hooked around your waist and pulled you to a nearby fire escape.

“You okay?” Spidey asked frantically, patting you down for wounds. You wrinkled your nose inside your mask, still breathing heavily from the fall. Sometimes Spiderman sounded suspiciously like Peter. The way he said things, his funny accent, the little stutter he had all reminded you of Peter. But Spidey obviously wanted his identity a secret, and you did yours.

“Perfect.” You wheezed out. “A bit winded.”

“That was great though!” He exclaimed. “You were flying! It doesn’t obey any laws of science but that is the coolest shit I’ve ever seen!”

You clung to the railing of the fire escape, red paint chips sticking to your sweaty palms. “I looked like a Death Eater back there!”

One of Spidey’s eyes got wider while the other squinted, meaning he was raising an eyebrow at you. Cheeky shit. “You looked like a blue cloud.”

“Oi! Don’t ruin my fun.”

The truck you almost ran into was backing up into oncoming traffic, having driven out of its lane to avoid hitting you. The driver, along with people from several other cars, were cursing loudly at each other, almost completely forgetting the weird girl who fell from the sky. Ah, New York. What a magical place. You were about to suggest another go when several black vans drove past the building, all of them following a sleek sports car. Spiderman and you shared a look and nodded. You were about to jump from the fire escape when he put an arm forward to stop you.

“Maybe I should carry you.” He suggested, smirking playfully under his mask.

“I can’t have you carry me every time Spidey!” You whined. He slipped an arm around your waist again.

“Only until you get a hold of your powers Sunshine.” He said, already swinging off the fire escape and onto the streets. He swung after the vans, the streets becoming narrower and dirtier as they sped into the beacy area of Brooklyn. You realized before him that the vans were heading towards the docks, and that they were probably carrying some sort of cargo.  

Spiderman landed on a storage container and let you down, both of you crouching down to see men in dark clothing get out of the vans. They opened the back of their vans, beginning to unload crates and odd shapes wrapped in sheets.

“What d’you think they’re handling?” Spidey whispered, his eyes glued to the men. You shrugged, watching them walk with the heavy objects across the dock and to a good container boat.

“You dealt with somethin’ like this before, right?” You whispered back. “With Adrian Toomes? Looks like they’re doing the same thing.”

“Hopefully not.”

The built-in phone inside his suit rang, and Spiderman mumbled a sorry to you before accepting the call with a simple voice command, which was incredibly cool. You heard the distant chatter of a woman. Spiderman nodded a couple times and ended the call.

“Shit, sorry,” He apologized, aiming his wrist at the storage container the two of your were hiding on.  “Gotta go. I- I’ll stick a tracker on this thing so we don’t get lost t’morrow.”

“No, I’ll do that.” You said. “D’you have the more easily tracked devices Tony Stark gave you?”

“You- shouldn’t have that…” He said uncertainly.

“I’m not going to die if you give me on of your gadgets, Spidey. Cough it up.”

“What do you need it for?” He asked suspiciously, narrowing his eyes at you.

“I’m going to stay back and set it up on this container.” You lied easily, not having to think twice. “It takes time, right? Not as simple as your old trackers.”

He typed something into his wrist and a little mechanical spider hopped onto your hand, crawling around in small circles. “Alright… Be careful. Don’t hurt yourself! Don’t die!”

You rolled your eyes. “Bye Spandex.”

He jokingly flipped you off and climbed off the container, silently swinging back to the city. You poked the little spider in your hand, watching it scurry around, waiting for directions. “C’mon little guy. Let’s get you in position.”

You double tapped the spider’s abdomen and it froze, a little holographic projection being played from its eight eyes. Ducking down lower, you began to type out directions to the reactive machine, selecting the camera, GPS and heat/chemical sensitivity options. You double tapped the bug again and it sprung back to life, jumping off your palm and running to the men unloading cargo. Sliding a finger over the silver cuff on your wrist, you were able to see a hologram from the spider’s point of view, as well as several maps and body temperature signals.

“Perfect.” You whispered gleefully as the spider crawled up a man’s pant leg. A piece of loose rusted metal skidded away when your foot hit it, creating a loud metal ‘clunk’.

“Who’s out there?” One of the men called out, walking closer to your container. He carried a gun in hand, his finger pressuring the trigger. You tried to crawl off the back of the container but the man scaled it in an instant, noticing you as you jumped onto another stack of crates.

“Someone’s been watching!” was all you needed to know before you started to sprint, leaping from crate to shipping container to, finally, the ground. The man from before fired a shot at the ground, narrowly missing your feet. Come on! You urged yourself. Now would be a great time for me not to fail at smoke form! You dodged another shot which hit an old boxcar train only inches away. For a few seconds your fear was replaced by anger; these men were firing bullets at a kid. Then of course, you remembered that your suit masked everything, including your age. You felt your body become light as it took smoke form, flying higher into the city.

The men shouted threats into the night sky, and a single camera flash went off before you disappeared behind an office building.

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[evescole]

In Your Eyes // Peter Parker

hey hey hey. so, with the new discovery of spider-man: homecoming, i had a huge idea for a peter parker imagine. i still don’t know this whole universe by heart so forgive me, i tried my best. let me know what you think about it!

here’s a link to my masterlist to check out some other stories if you’d like :)

word count: 4,627 (this is a long one folks, buckle in)

paring: peter parker x stark!reader

warnings (PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION): blood, physical and mental abuse, kidnapping

summary: when tony finds out you’re using your powers and sneaking out without permission, he makes sure you’re put in check. little did he know, you’d be needing your powers more than ever.

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As a teenager, you do some pretty stupid things. Your mind revolves around the hottest guy in school or that big party your best friend is throwing sometime this weekend. The worst of those stupid things, sneaking out. Granted, sneaking out wasn’t awful, when you had a normal house that is. Sneaking out of the Avengers Tower was a whole different mission in itself.

“You know, Y/N, most kids get to just sneak out a bedroom window or walk out the back door. You? You have to climb almost fifty million stairs without getting caught by a camera or making a noise, isn’t that great?” You mumbled to yourself as you stepped down another flight of stairs. You were trying your best to keep quiet, knowing your father would kill you if he caught you.

Once you managed to sneak out the lobby doors, you were quick to run to the nearest alley and pulled your phone out. You groaned, seeing your battery was about to die but there was no going back to charge it now. You tapped the name on your favorites list, a little aggravated sigh escaping your lips.

“Parker, where the hell are you?” You huffed in the phone while you played with the mask covering your eyes.

“Y/N, baby, I’m literally almost there. I’m a minute late, give me a break.”

“Do you know how long it took me to sneak out tonight? Take a guess.” You were already bored of waiting for him to get you.

You could practically hear him roll his eyes. “I’m going with twenty minutes.”

“Half an hour!” You nearly shouted, “Nat almost caught me and don’t forget about Steve and his late night snack festivities.”

“Oh, I believe you.”

A scream came from your lips as you spun around to see a familiar blue and red suit. Spider-Man aka Peter Parker aka your boyfriend of two years never missed an opportunity to scare you. He loved your reaction each and every time.

“Jesus, Spidey. A heads up would’ve been great.” You ended the call, seeing as there was no point for it now.

The webslinger shrugged. “You know I can’t do that for you, Luna.”

Having double-identities was something you both could relate to. Peter chose Spider-Man for obvious reasons but you liked Luna for your character because you were forever changing things, much like the moon.

“Can we go? I’m getting bored.” You pouted. Spider-Man rolled his eyes but wrapped an arm around your waist before swinging both of you to a rooftop. You sat there in silence for a few minutes, waiting for something to happen.

Peter pulled his mask off and laid back against the roof, staring at the stars. “It’s a slow night, babe. You’ll be sitting there for a while.”

You shrugged, joining him at stargazing. “Much better than trying to sleep with my dad’s snoring.”

Peter chuckled. “I thought you made your bedroom soundproof.”

“Oh, it is. I can still hear him.”

The teen laughed, his eyes moving back towards the sky. Despite your desire for an eventful night, you were totally okay with this too. Anything involving Peter made you a happy person and everyone knew that. Rarely were you not smiling with him by your side.

“I’m guessing you still didn’t tell your dad then?” He broke the silence yet again, glancing over at you as he did.

You shook your head. “He’s already angry about me having powers, let alone that I sneak out to use them. I don’t need to give him a heart attack just yet.”

Suddenly, the peaceful night sky was interrupted by a huge flash. You both sat up to see the bright orange of fire and black angry smoke making their way up from an apartment building. Peter was quick to pull his mask back on before you wrapped your arms around him and the two of you swung away.

The ground was a mess of people, fire trucks, ambulances, and police. Peter dropped down on the sidewalk, immediately getting direction from one of the nearby responders. He glanced at the crowd before coming back to you.

“There’s people stuck on the top floor. I’ll handle that but I want you to go around, healing whoever you can, okay?” Spider-Man directed you before he flung himself into the burning building without a bit of hesitance. You watched his form disappear before listening to what he said. An older woman was your first goal. She had a burn on her left hand and gash on her forehead.

“Ma’am, are you okay if I help you?” You could feel your eyes change colors as you gently set your hand on her arm. Your powers were unique and you absolutely loved it. You could heal anything you wanted but you could also change people’s emotions. Your eyes changed colors as to what you were helping fix. Right now, they would be deep blue to help calm the old woman.

She nodded in response, allowing you to see her hand. You took it in your own before focusing on the raw skin. You imagined removing the damage, medicating it, and keeping it protected until it was new and better than ever. Opening your eyes, you could see the skin repaired and no longer an angry red color. You moved to the bleeding gash on her head, repeating the same process before pulling your hand back to yourself.

“You’re going to be okay, ma’am. I promise.” You smiled at the old woman as you began to stand up.

She returned the gesture and grabbed your hand gently. “We don’t deserve you, Luna.”

Your cheeks turned a little red as you waved goodbye to her, moving to another person. The next hour passed in a blur as you healed person after person, beginning to feel the wear on your body.

Eventually the fire was gone and Spider-Man was double checking to make sure everyone was out safe. When the all clear was given, he returned to you, taking in your exhausted form.

“Love, you good?” His strong hands wrapped around your arms, keeping your swaying form upright.

Your eyes opened wider, giving Peter more access to see what was wrong. When you weren’t using your powers, your own eyes would radiate your personal feelings. Peter had taken it to himself to memorize what each one meant and based off the light blue irises he was looking at, you were about to crash any second now.

He was quick to pull you into an alleyway, away from prying eyes. “Y/N, babe, talk to me.”

You shook your head, pulling yourself back to reality. “Sorry, just really tired.”

Peter turned around to face away from you before bending down. “Climb on.”

You didn’t wait long to situate yourself on his back, your eyes fluttering shut as you hovered between being awake and asleep. The smooth ride back to your home didn’t help your situation except for the harsh wind you felt every now and then. With Peter to assist, you were able to climb in through your window, stumbling to the floor.

“Hey, I’ll see you tomorrow, okay. Get some rest and-”

“No,” You whined, tugging on Peter’s wrist. “Stay with me. Please.”

Peter glanced back at the street. “Y/N, your dad will-”

“I’ll deal with it.” You tugged harder, making him step one foot in. “I just wanna cuddle with you.”

Peter huffed, bringing his other foot in. “Fine, but when your dad finds out-”

“I know, I know.” You sighed in content as you burying yourself into his chest again, loving the warmth he provided. “He’ll get over it.”

Peter wrapped one arm around you, the other sliding the window shut. He kissed your head before gently pulling your mask from your face. “Come on, babe. Let’s get you in bed.”

“Miss Stark, your father requests you and Mister Parker in the kitchen immediately.”

You groaned loudly. “Thanks, F.R.I.D.A.Y.” Untangling yourself from Peter, you changed into pajama shorts and one of Peter’s hoodies before plugging your dead phone in. Peter went to the drawer that you designated for his extra clothes. He was over here more often than not so you kept whatever clothing he left behind.

Once he changed into some sweatpants and a Star Wars t-shirt, you both made your way down to the kitchen. The bright lights burned your eyes as you walked hand in hand with your boyfriend. Your body threatened to fall asleep any second, regardless of if you were standing or not.

“So, you two. Mind telling me why the news channels are going on and on about a girl with healing powers and Spider-Man saving people from a fire tonight?” Your dad didn’t even bother with greetings as you both sat down.

You looked up at him with tired eyes. “Dad, we saved people. Why is that a bad thing?”

Your father ignored your question and turned to Peter. “See, Parker, this is why I didn’t want you putting these hero ideas into her head.”

“Mr. Stark, I didn’t..I mean I just-”

You interrupted your boyfriend’s nervous chatter. “Dad, Peter didn’t do anything. I’m the one who asked him to let me tag along.”

Tony wasn’t letting up on his interrogation. “Oh, so is this why you sneak out every night? To go risk your life for people?”

“You’re being hypocritical right now,” You mumbled, laying your head on the counter.

Tony clicked his tongue. “Okay, attitude, missy. You’re banned from using your powers from here on out.”

“Mr. Stark, all of those people are alive right now, because of her! You can’t say that’s a bad thing.” Peter tried to defend you.

“Someone else, maybe a person with a medical degree, could’ve done the same thing. She just made the process quicker. It was unnecessary and won’t be happening from here on out. No arguments.” Tony glared at Peter, almost daring the teen to speak against him.

“You’re kidding right?” You sat up straight now, all exhaustion being replaced with anger. “I save people’s lives and I get grounded for it? Why won’t you let me be helpful for once? I just want to be like you!”

“Well, you’re not, Y/N!” Tony’s voice echoed off the walls, sending you straight into silence. “Not only did you sneak out but you also risked revealing your identity to the world, not to mention exhausted yourself beyond limitation, three things that don’t roll with me, young lady. Consider your powers gone until further notice.”

As you looked up from your lap, Peter could see the overwhelming gray color in your eyes, flooded by tears. You didn’t say anything as you left the kitchen, retreating into your bedroom and slamming the door with force, probably waking up the other team members.

Peter watched you go with a worried expression and after hearing the slam, he knew better than to leave you alone. You would tear yourself apart in there if he didn’t stop you. Standing up from his seat, he almost walked out but stopped himself to face Tony. “Mr. Stark, I know it’s not my place...but just, give Y/N a chance. I know you want to protect her but she’s your daughter first, hero second. Your opinion matters so much to her and she looks up to you like you’re the sun. Don’t forget she needs you just as much as you need her.”

Tony watched as the young teen disappeared up the stairs. He had a lot to think about now, but one thing was for sure, his daughter’s protection was a priority above all else.

--

You don’t remember how long you sobbed to Peter last night. It wasn’t even about the loss of your powers, rather the fact that your father was disappointed and didn’t believe in you. That on top of everything else that had built up in the back of your mind, it was a huge snowball that busted open and tore you to pieces.

When you woke up, your head felt heavy and your eyes burned. You sighed and untangled yourself from Peter’s arms to head into the bathroom to fix your appearance. Once you washed your face and brushed your tangled hair, you finally looked in the mirror. Your eyes landed on the new piece of jewelry you couldn’t remember ever seeing. It was a necklace with a round clear pendant but if you looked close enough, you could see a swirl of colors inside.

Your eyes focused on another object in the mirror. A note filled out with none other than your dad’s handwriting, explaining the new piece.

Y/N,

I know you’re angry but you’re going to have to deal with it. The necklace blocks your powers. Don’t bother trying to take it off, it’s locked unless a registered fingerprint unlocks it aka me. You can be angry with me but your protection comes above everything else.

Love you,

Dad.

You sighed and crumbled up the note before tossing it in the garbage. Your reflection stared back at you, revealing the orange color in your eyes. Annoyance. Apparently that was the only thing the necklace didn’t block. You flicked the lights back off and pouted as you made your way back towards your bed. Peter was still asleep, cuddling a pillow in place of you.

The bed squeaked lightly as you laid down again, replacing the pillow with your own body as you curled into your boyfriend. You closed your eyes, wishing you could go back a day and fix this. Maybe if you had skipped a night of patrol, you wouldn’t have gotten caught.

“You’re overthinking.” Peter’s voice was raspy as he broke the silence, looking at you with one eyes.

You gave him a tired smile. “It’s what I do.”

Peter sighed and kissed your forehead. “It’ll be okay, baby. He means well.”

“He’s being ridiculous. He goes out there and puts himself in more danger than I ever do with nothing but a hunk of metal to protect him.” You rolled your eyes.

“A hunk of metal that costs and can do more than you think.” Your father’s defending statement announced his arrival, only annoying you further. “You’re angry.”

You scoffed, “A given. You’re being unreasonable.”

Tony rolled his eyes as he entered your room. “This is for your own good, angel. You know I care about you.”

“Look, I don’t want to hear about this. I’m going for a walk, see you later.” You pushed yourself out of bed again and shoulder checked your dad as you exited, not even bothering to get dressed.

Tony looked at your retreating figure before facing Peter. “Follow her, please.”

Peter didn’t respond but got up, pulling his suit off your desk. He didn’t agree with your dad’s treatment of you but he wouldn’t say anything. It wasn’t his place to argue. This was strictly a dad/daughter argument and Peter knew to stay out of it for his own good.

You let the tower doors slam behind you as you made your way out on the street. Your hands were shoved in your pockets and with every step, the necklace bounced against your chest, reminding you of your limitations.

“Stupid Dad always wanting to keep me in the house and out of danger,” You whispered to yourself as you walked.

“Ah, the little princess is having daddy issues, hmm?”

You stopped immediately and spun around only to see nobody there. Figuring you were imagining things, you continued walking, a little scared.

“You’d think someone as rich as your father would be smarter with his prized possessions.”

Now, you definitely weren’t making this up. You froze in your spot. “Who are you?”

You didn’t see the looming shadow appearing above you or the tranquilizer dart aimed at your neck. As far as you knew, nobody was around you.

The voice chuckled again. “Your friend, of course. I’m here to help you.”

“I feel like you’re lying.” Your whole body was tense as you slowing turned in a circle but still, nobody was around. “I’m leaving.” Your foot took one step to run but that was enough. The dart landed in your skin, sending you unconscious.

The figure hopped down from the wall, a satisfied smirk coming to their lips. “Time to take down Tony Stark, once and for all.”

--

When Peter came back from looking for you in full blown panic mode, Tony knew something was up but didn’t say it yet. You weren’t that hard to find, especially when you were angry. You always went to a little cafe down the street to treat yourself to a drink and write down your thoughts.

Peter checked there, however. And the bookstore, and your favorite restaurant, and the park but came up empty handed each time. He knew you couldn’t have made it far since he had only been a few seconds behind you. He didn’t get a chance to tell Mr. Stark on your disappearance before he was interrupted.

When Tony got an incoming video call from an unknown number, that was the last straw on in his mind. His anger levels were through the roof and if some little fan was calling to yell at him or scream about how much they loved him, he might kill someone. Natasha, Clint, Steve, and Wanda surrounded Peter and Tony as F.R.I.D.A.Y. pulled up the video.

“Ah, Mr. Stark and crew. How are you all today?”

Tony bit back a growl as he glared at the silhouette on screen. “Who the hell are you and what do you want?”

“Hmm, not a polite way to treat a civilian, is it? Listen, you have something I want and I have something you want. I say it’s a fair trade. What do you say?”

Tony scoffed, “I’m a billionaire, what could I possibly want that I don’t already have?”

The voice chuckled, “Well, I mean, if you don’t already want her, I can just make this easy for both of us.”

“Her?” Tony repeated the caller’s words quietly.

A harsh light was turned on in the video to reveal the missing piece to Tony’s almost perfect world. Your clean hair had been turned into a matted, bloody mess, not to mention your torn clothes. Blood dripped from your forehead and if Peter squinted, he could see your busted lip. Scratches littered your arms, bruises in between them.

Suddenly, a quick smacking sound filled the room as your attack flung his hand across your face. You shook your head, letting it fall forward as you attempted to open your eyes.

“Wakey, wakey sunshine. Time to play.”

The man was too close to you, in Peter’s opinion. Way too close for comfort and he didn’t even want to think about what happened before the camera had been turned on.

“Say hi to your daddy and friends.”

Peter loved looking into your eyes. Your powers always amazed him and he loved seeing the variety of color fill them. His favorite was always violet, meaning happy. Every now and then he would see magenta, when your father embarrassed you, or yellowish green when you were worried for him.

Never ever did Peter want to see a light, icy blue filling your eyes, yet here he was. Light blue meant fear, terrified, panic. You were scared, lost. Looking closer, he could see white threatening to overtake the blue color. White was a horrible color, in your mind and his. It meant void, hollow, empty. Peter never thought he would see you like this. You were broken.

“What did you do to her?” Tony threatened to go crazy if it weren’t for Steve’s hand on his shoulder, keeping him grounded. Much like Peter, Tony had memorized his daughter’s eye color and knew exactly what she felt right now. He was going to lose her if he didn’t act soon.

“She’s had some nice, therapeutic sessions with me. Mind Manipulation is a wonderful, wonderful gift. And oh, would you look at this.” The silhouette moved to stand behind you, picking up the necklace from its spot. “A little gift to keep Daddy’s princess in check so she’s defenseless. How perfect did that work out!” The figure squeezed your shoulders harshly. Peter heard a whimper escape your mouth and swore he would kill the man behind this. Tony was right behind the spiderling, angry at himself for even thinking about blocking your powers, let alone yelling at you like he did.

“What do you want? Just tell us and we’ll bring it.” Natasha was the one to step forward this time, tears threatening to break free from her eyes. You were like her younger sister, someone she had to look out for and take under her wing. You didn’t have a mother like most kids so she took it upon herself to make you feel like you did.

“Hm. Well, as we established before, Stark’s company is pretty wealthy. I wouldn’t mind at least a hundred grand and some weapons. If you disappoint me, she’ll suffer, I can promise you that.” The team could only watch as the man slid his hand down your face and grabbed your neck harshly, finally getting a reaction out of the team.

“Leave her alone!” Peter was the one to lunge at the hologram video, Clint quickly pulling him back as the teen started to cry. Peter couldn’t bare to think of you getting hurt like this. He knew he needed to save you, to bring you back and make sure you were okay.

“Time’s ticking, Tony Stark. I’ll be waiting.” The video ended with the final warning.

Tony immediately jumped into action. “F.R.I.D.A.Y. track that location. Everyone else, suit up. We leave in two minutes, with or without you.”

--

Numb.

That’s how you felt. Completely numb, worthless, hated.

Lie after lie had been forced into your mind by Apex. He wouldn’t stop, not when you sobbed and screamed and begged. No, he made them worse, especially when you cried for Peter and your dad. He took your worst dreams and made them reality, effectively breaking you whole.

You couldn’t stop crying and your whole body shook with fear after he ended the video call. You couldn’t even bring yourself to sleep, knowing another nightmare would just wake you up. You were empty, shattered.

Even when your rescuers broke down the door and a gun was held to your head, you didn’t flinch. You didn’t react, you didn’t scream. You just sat there, eyes on your lap as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.

You missed Peter pull the gun from Apex’s hand before leaving the others to take care of the psychopath. Peter’s mind was on you and you alone. Evidently, Tony was the same. Both men came to a stop right in front of you.

“Y/N, baby, look at me.” Peter cupped your cheeks gently, trying to get your eyes to meet his as Tony released you from the chair you had been tied to. “Y/N, please!” Peter found himself choking on his words as he begged for a response out of you.

“Kid, kid!” Tony grabbed Peter’s suit clad shoulders lightly. “Take this slow, okay? She’s in shock. We need to get her out of here.”

Peter nodded and let Iron Man pick his daughter up before following him back to the jet. Peter could only watch silently as Tony hesitantly sedated you, knowing it would lessen the pain for now. The young boy’s eyes followed as his sweatshirt was pulled from your body, leaving you in a sports bra and shorts.

Tony didn’t know what you had been through and he didn’t want to risk scaring you further in case you woke up. The wounds didn’t stop on the visible pieces of skin, only continuing down your stomach and across your back. Your father couldn’t believe he let this happen. He let you down and that killed him inside.

Natasha was soon back inside the jet herself, Wanda not far behind as they took over looking after you. Tony and Peter made their way up front by Steve and Clint, giving the girls space to do what they needed. The cops had been called and they had taken Apex into maximum security, ensuring his imprisonment for the rest of his life.

Now all they had to do, was wait.

--

Yellow was the first color Peter saw when you opened your eyes. You were confused, as you should be. Bandages covered your body and you received more stitches than he could count on both hands. He knew you would be okay but the sight of you still made him worry.

“Baby,” Peter spoke softly, gaining your attention. “You okay?”

You groaned, your free hand coming up to rub your eyes. Your other hand was entangled with Peter’s, as it had been for the past six hours you had been in the medical bay. The necklace had been removed as soon as Tony could, knowing your powers would make the healing process go faster than a normal person’s ability.

“Kind of, I think,” You mumbled, keeping your arm over your eyes to protect them from the harsh lighting. “Am I okay?”

Tony laughed this time, his finger dimming the lights for your sake. “That’s for you to decide, angel. Physically, you’re healed, but mentally?” Tony sat down on the end of your bed.

You shrugged lightly. “I mean, I have to wrap my mind around it but I think I’ll be okay.”

Tony leaned down and pressed a kiss on your forehead. “I think this whole thing was a wake-up call. You definitely could use some training and advancement with your powers.”

Moving your arm to look at him, you frowned. “I can’t tell if that was a compliment or an insult so we’re gonna go with the first one...but, thanks, Dad. That means a lot.”

Tony smiled, his thumb brushing over your knuckled as he stood. “I’ll leave you two alone but let me know if you need something, okay? And Parker-”

Peter looked at your father with a smile on his face. “No funny business, sir. I remember.”

Tony grinned at your boyfriend. “Taught you well, kid. Taught you well.”

You watched your dad leave the room before scooting over, patting the spot next to you. Peter gave you a hesitant look. You groaned, “Parker, I haven’t seen you in what feels like forever. Get your ass up here and cuddle me.”

He smiled, glad your eyes had turned a true blue, meaning you were calm and relaxed. As soon as he was situated, he pulled you into his arms as close as he could while taking in every detail as you talked. He missed you more than he would ever admit and he wanted to notice all the little things he didn’t catch before.

In your eyes, you weren’t anything special but to Peter? God, Peter could go on and on for hours about how much you meant to him, how much he loved you. He needed you like he needed air. He wouldn’t be able to live without you. The few hours he didn’t hear your voice was bad enough and he couldn’t think about doing it again.

He placed a kiss on your forehead as your breathing evened out, signalling you were asleep. Peter sighed in content, burying his face in the side of your neck as he held you tightly.

You were his everything and he was going to protect you forever and ever. He was sure of it.

[manchurian-barnes]

Good Times (Peter Parker X Reader) Song-Fic.

Hey everybody this is my first attempt at a song based fic, but i heard this song and thought of Peter Parker, and had to attempt it.

Pairing: Peter Parker X Reader

My Masterlist and  Requests are currently OPEN!

Good Times by All Time Low (The Song This Fic is based on) 

On a fault line, late night

Underneath the stars we came alive

And singing to the sky felt just right

I won’t forget the good times.

When the punks started picking fights

with the skater kids under city lights

Remember how we laughed ‘til we cried

I won’t forget the good times. 

Peter looked around the empty school auditorium skidding in breathing heavily, he was late to the dance, very late due to problems his alter ego had to step in to amend, but he was here now. Even though the dance was half an hour from finishing and the crowd of students was disappearing, he scanned the crowd in desperation, finding you there stood back against the wall looking round, flashing lights illuminated your outline. He walked over, “Im-Im so, so sorry I was late (y/n)..” He began ringing his hands together as your head snapped round to his attention. A smile appearing on your lips as you leaned forwards, “You’re not late Parker, the nights just begun.” You whispered to him was you took his hand and began to run pulling him behind you. He looked forwards in awe at the girl letting her beautifully done hair fall as she ran out the building pulling him behind her, out into the city letting herself become illuminated by star light. He wondered how he got so lucky as to have you.

He spun you around, before he dipped you backwards, both of your becoming inundated by laughter. Dancing round central park together, letting light from the city just barely illuminate the two of them. “I love you Peter Parker.” You breathed in an easy whisper, he stopped looking at you wide eyed, before breaking into the brightest smile you had ever seen, “I love you too, (y/n) (y/l/n).” He said slowly, pulling your hands forwards, bringing you towards him, and holding you. He brought his lips to your forehead placing a warm kiss there, his grip becoming tighter, heart swelling. He wanted to have this moment forever.

I never want to leave this sunset town

But one day the time may come

And carry on

I’ll hate the goodbye

But I won’t forget the good times.

I won’t forget the good times.

He turned his head after feeling a rolled up bit of paper hit the back of his head. He looked around the class room to see you. A blush rose to his cheeks, as you winked at him and indicated to the paper. He picked it up to see your messy handwriting. ‘I’m attracted to you so strongly, scientists will have to develop a fifth fundamental force…’ He let out a loud laugh, looking back up at you shaking his head, before writing a note back to you. ‘is there a magnet in here, cause I’m attracted to you baby’ He tossed it back to you, watching as you read it and nearly fell back in laughter. “Something you would like to share with the whole class miss (y/l/n)?” The teacher interrupted and popped the bubble the two of you had created, “Uh, yeah, sure…” you stood up, looking around the class and directly at Peter, “Are you a compound of Beryllium and Barium? Because you’re a total BaBe.” you said to him, unwavering, making him turn redder, before you were sent out of the class towards detention, as you passed Peters desk you gave him a kiss on the cheek, “Worth it.” You whispered to him. He raised his hand slowly to his burning cheek.

We were bare-knuckled, tight lip

Middle fingers up, ego trip

Devil may care but we didn’t mind

I won’t forget the good times.

We’re the boys in black smoking cigarettes

Chasing girls who didn’t know love yet

As the bonfire moon came down

I won’t forget the good times.

Your body was moving back from his, one hand holding his, the other holding the red cup signifying a high school party. Peter looked up into your eyes, seeing the mischievous glint in them. He followed you blindly, letting the loud music rattle against him. You backed into the packed back yard of the house pulling him into you, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck, “What are we doing (y/n)?!” I shouted over the music, bumping his nose down against yours, “Having fun Pete!” You cheered back. “We should head off its late-” He began before you spun, he went from facing the yard to facing the house, “Wasn’t the answer I was looking for-” You told him, before pushing his shoulders, making him fall backwards before hitting water, going under into a pool. He kicked up coming to the surface, “(y/n)!” He yelled at you, before you walked of the pools edge, kneeling down as he rose up smashing into a kiss, before pulling you into the water with him. “Peter!” You screamed.

When we laughed

When we cried

Those were the days

We owned the nights

Locked away

Lost in time I found the nerve

To say that

“Peter?” You stood up off you’re bed opening your window, pulling his beaten figure in, propping him up against your bed. “Babe..” You whispered, running off to get a first aid kit and an ice pack. He fell back letting out weak breaths. “I beat em’” He told you weakly, as you skidded to your knees pulling at his suit and mask, before starting to gently heal him in silence. He looked up at your face, watching as tears ran down it. “(y/n)?” He asked as you began to finish, cupping your cheek. “Im okay-” “I know, I know Pete, You know I love you being spider-man…but, I hate you getting hurt..” you whispered to him in a shaky breath, before he pulling you into a careful hug. “What if one day spider-man goes to fight and Peter Parker doesn’t come home?” you sobbed slightly, he hushed you, playing with your hair, and kissing the top of your head. “I-I’m always going to try and come home to you..” he whispered. Your head looked back up, eye to eye with him. “What if you don’t?” You asked again, “-then remember all the good times (y/n).” He whispered, before he kissed you, pulling you against himself. 

I never want to leave this sunset town

But one day the time may come

And carry on

I’ll hate the goodbye

But I won’t forget the good times.

I won’t forget the good times.

You were sat with your head on Peter’s shoulder, arms interlinked and hands intertwined. Looking out over a busy street in queens. Him in his suit, without his mask on, and you wrapped in his midtown sweater. “This is my favorite part.” You told him, before he looked down at you, “Favorite part?” He repeated asking you for more. “This is my favorite part of being with you Peter.” You told him, chin tilting up, “Just being with you.” You said softly, your hand went up to his cheek, before brushing floppy curls out of his face. “We aren’t even doing anything…” He murmured, leaning into your touch. “I know, but, this is one of the good times, because I just get to be with you Peter.” You sighed, leaning your head back against his shoulder, he stood up though, looking out over the city. “…Do you trust me?” He asked, pulling his mask over his face, pulling you hand up and snaking hi right hand round your waist. “What are you doing?” You asked him, as you heard his web shooter go off. “trying to have a good time.” He mused before they two of you swung off through the city. Your screams of happiness making him laugh as he maneuvered both of you up to a skyscraper rooftop. He set you down looking at your windswept being. “You won’t ever forget that will you?” He chuckled, as you ripped his mask off, “You’re crazy.” you sighed as he lifted you, making your legs wrap around his waist, letting you look down at him. “Crazy about you.” He stated, “Dork.” You sighed, before he kissed you again. You pulled away and looked up at the city sunset.

I never want to leave this sunset town

But one day the time may come

And carry on

I’ll hate the goodbye

But I won’t forget the good times.

“Hey Peter?” you asked him quietly, “Do you think your going to remember all of these moments with me?” You questions softly. “(y/n)…” He hummed.

“I won’t forget the good times.”

[spideypparkers]

snapshots | 01

a/n ➙ i was going to make this one loooooong fic but if i do that it’ll probably be months till i finish, so i’m going to split it up into parts! sorry it took so long to get something out, haha, i hope you guys enjoy this

pairing ➙ peter parker/spider-man x reader

words ➙ 1.7k

you were just taking pictures of spider-man for j. jonah jameson... right?

01 | 02

It all started when you had accidentally snapped a picture of Spider-Man mid-flight as he was surveying the city.

You didn’t mean to, really. You had just been lazily taking pictures of the buildings, gradually getting higher as you shifted your camera up towards the sky. At first, you didn’t even notice that you had gotten parts of his body in some of the shots.

You walked back into The Daily Bugle with your camera strapped around your neck. You were sure your eyes were bloodshot and had dark bags underneath them; interning for such a demanding man was tough work while in high school.

You didn’t think there was any point in looking through the pictures. Jameson would barely glance through them and give the prints to one of his journalists to use for one of their articles; or he would refuse them without even looking at them properly. You didn’t know if being a reporter, your dream, would ever be within your grasp.

Sighing, you walked inside the building, making your way to his office and sitting down in the chair in front of his desk, plopping your camera gently on his desk while he typed away at his computer. Eventually, he grabbed at your camera without looking, turning it on and looking down lazily to scroll through the shots you’d gotten.

“What is this?” he asked gruffly, furrowing his brows at your camera’s screen. You raised your own brows and cocked your head to the side, confused; they were just buildings. He looked up at you and then back down at the camera, clicking through the previews again. “YOU TOOK PICTURES OF SPIDER-MAN?”

His voice was so loud, all of the chatter outside of his office stopped immediately.

Your cheeks heated up while you sat up straighter; you hadn’t taken pictures of Spider-Man, though, had you?

You gnawed on your bottom lip while he looked through the pictures again. He looked at you again, a glint in his eye.

“I have a new job for you,” he informed you quietly, an odd-looking smirk on his face.

And that’s how you found yourself here, sitting on the side of the street and sighing.

You hadn’t even been able to spot Spider-Man once since those pictures. You didn’t know where to even look—how were you supposed to keep up with the endless crimes taking place in this city? It was much too large for you to guess where he’d show up. Plus, you weren’t all that interested anyway.

Sure, he was definitely a good guy. You respected him for using his abilities to help crime and take care of New York, you really did. It just didn’t affect you at all, so you didn’t pay any mind to it or him.

A flash of red caught your eye and you sat up, darting your eyes between the buildings in front of you to search for it again—

There it was!

You stood up quickly, dusting off your pants, and rushed across the street, just barely catching the crosswalk light, holding your camera against your chest so it didn’t bounce around and break while it was on its strap around your neck. You stood just outside of the alley where you spotted the hero in the red and blue suit cornering a criminal and using his webs to tie them up. You were mesmerized for a moment, standing still while you watched him work.

Snapping out of it, you shook your head and adjusted your camera’s settings quickly so the shutter would snap pictures continuously—it was a rarity to spot the Spider-Man, so you weren’t going to take any chances with blurry photos.

As he swung up and out of the alley, not paying attention to you, you pointed your camera towards him, following him by staring through the lens until it focused, snapping pictures at lightning speed as he swung farther and farther away from you.

Once he was out of sight, you lowered your camera and looked through the previews, deleting the bad pictures until you were left with only a handful of amazing, clear shots; these would definitely knock J. Jonah Jameson’s socks off.

This became routine over the next few weeks. You’d started spotting Spider-Man a lot more frequently, and it was becoming easier and easier for you to take pictures of him. Jameson was happy with you, or as happy as that man could get anyway. Articles were being published about Spider-Man, along with your clear and pleasing pictures to go along with them. You couldn’t have been more pleased; you had trained yourself to spot his blue and red suit wherever you could, any quick flash of the colors catching your attention immediately.

Then came a day where you had caught a fleeting glimpse of him, swinging off in the opposite direction as you were going. You turned on your heel, throwing out apologies behind your shoulder to the people you bumped into as your feet pounded against the pavement. You chased after him, your backpack slamming against your back repeatedly while you panted, crossing streets even as the signal turned red and cars honked at you, their drivers cursing out of their windows while you narrowly escaped injury.

Finally, you spotted him.

He broke a window near the top of a building with dark smoke, the color almost completely black, emanating from any and every open area. You watched as he climbed inside the building, a crowd gathering as people ran out of the door, sirens in the distance.

You crouched down and rested your backpack on your thigh as you undid the zipper and pulled out your camera, slinging the strap around your neck before closing your backpack and correcting it on your back. Holding the camera steady with both hands, you took a few shots of the burning building and then elbowed your way to the front of the crowd, sticking to the sides so you could get better shots of him. He swung out of the same window with two children clinging onto his body and you let the shutter go off continuously to avoid any too-blurred pictures of him. This continued for a few moments, people overjoyed to see their trapped family and neighbors coming out, a couple of them aided by Spider-Man himself.

You looked down at your camera and away from the building for a second to check your previews.

“Watch out!”

Screams sounded around you and you snapped your head up again, the sound of a loud boom! echoing in the sky as a chunk of the bricked building exploded from the fire, flames licking against the open hole and a giant block of wall came hurtling toward where you were standing.

A shout bubbled inside of you, but your throat clogged up as you watched the quick descent, your legs frozen in place.

Something heavy—not as heavy as a building, but soft and heavy—landed on top of you and you let out a huff of air as you fell backwards onto the ground with a body on top of yours, tiny rocks jabbing into your back when you hit the cement.

Excruciating pain exploded from your foot and the scream that was stuck in your throat clawed its way out of you. You made a strange gurgling noise as you opened your eyes, meeting the big white mask eyes of Spider-Man.

“Oh my God,” he muttered quietly, groaning as he lifted himself up onto his elbows to carry the brunt of the weight so you didn’t get crushed underneath him. “Are you okay?” he asked, seemingly out of breath.

A whimper escaped your lips, tears stinging your eyes. You blinked repeatedly and they fell from your eyes and down the sides of your cheeks. You gritted your teeth, breathing quickly as pain shot up your leg. “No, I—I think some of it landed on my foot.”

Spider-Man glanced down your bodies and muttered a curse. He looked back at your face—or so you assumed, since you couldn’t see his real eyes—and shifted a little higher. The part that was on you shifted and you let out another scream, your arms coming up and grasping his, digging your nails into the suit. He stopped moving immediately. “Ple—Please don’t move,” you begged, sobs wracking your body while you tried to keep your eyes open and trained on him. “When you move, it moves...”

“Okay, okay, I won’t move,” he told you gently, staying still. You could hear the sirens reaching the building and people were shouting all around you. Spider-Man looked to the side and then back at you, leaning his face a little closer to you. “I’m sorry,” he said hurriedly.

You were about to ask why, but then he kicked his leg up and grunted loudly as he pushed the bottom of the chunk of cement on you off. You cried out as he did so, the most excruciating pain you’ve ever felt radiating from your foot. You were surprised you didn’t pass out from how painful it was. Once it was off of you and you lay crying underneath him, he pushed himself up onto his hands and moved slowly away from you by crawling to the side. Once he was away from you and checked there were no other people loitering by him, he pushed it off of him completely and then straightened up.

He came back over to you and slipped his arms under your body to gently pick you up. You wrapped your arms around his neck and whimpered into his chest as the movement jostled your foot. He carried you slowly toward one of the open ambulances. You were too scared to look down at your foot, but when you glanced over his shoulder at where you were both laying, you saw blood staining the ground.

He set you down on one of the paramedic beds and immediately took off after quickly explaining that a piece of the wall had landed on your foot—instantly, people were rushing you into the back of the ambulance, checking your pupils and putting an oxygen mask over your mouth.

Before the doors closed, you watched his back as he swung away.

[partytrickparker]

Eyes That Shine Like Stars (Peter Parker x Reader)

Hey guys! So this is the Angst ™ fic I’ve been chattering about, and I’m just really excited to show it! I also love writing Peter in pain, it’s fun to do as a writer ANYWAYS! Hope you enjoy! 

Summary: In which Peter’s universe shatters.

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: ANGST!, lol you die 

Her eyes had always been stars.

They had always been swirling galaxies on Earth, gates to the universe and beyond. When you were happy, they could outshine the Sun, beaming and full of warmth. When you laughed, they twinkled like a perfect midnight sky. Just by looking at you, he could find himself worlds away, swept up and out by those eyes.

The two of you had been planets, dancing in orbit around each other. Happy. Perfect. Together. Him and you, you and him. Against the world, side by side, never apart. Hopes, futures, smiles, stars. Sucked into a black hole. He remembered it, still. After all these years.

The day he first went to the moon and back.

There’s a funny thing about the world. It spins, and spins, and spins on its axis, moved by laws and gravity and science. But every so often, for two people, it will rest.

Peter didn’t focus on the silenced hush of the school. Or the way the books falling from your hand seemed to freeze halfway to crashing to the floor. Or the way the flow of students slowed to a crawl. He only saw you, raising your head to see who bumped into you, face already posed into the image of irritation. He focused on your lips tugged slightly into a frown, smears of pink against your skin before they parted to speak. He was drawn to the way your eyes flashed with annoyance, but still glowed with amusement as they met his. The way your hair flipped back from your face to settle back upon your chest, and framed a single cocked eyebrow. It was only after you finally spoke, causing the world to snap back to speed, that he realized where he had gone. Somewhere far away: somewhere fantastical.

“Do you mind?” you had said, with tinted cheeks that you hadn’t thought he would see. He had. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to- here, let me-” he stumbled, crouching down to gather your things. You bent down before him, scooping up all the books in one sweep. “See? No harm done,” you had laughed. As he rose, you stuck your free hand out, an action poised as a question.

“Y/N L/N.”

“Parker Pete- I mean, Peter Parker,” he said, shakily, wrapping his hand in yours. He felt alive, wired, new.

Meeting your eyes once more, he saw hidden laughter, anticipation, softened edges. He saw where he had gone, finally: to the stars.

Shimmering cold and hot, they seemed to be immortal.

Peter could so clearly see all that was hidden behind those eyes. Secrets to paradise, bright thoughts, crackling lightning and life burning so hot it froze. He had seen it then, when he was so close, he could count the flecks of comets around your pupil. He could see it now, when he felt miles and planets and light years away. When he wanted nothing more than to float off into the cloudy sky. When even the glimpse of those once miraculous eyes make him want to scream; to cry, to vomit, to rage, to just-

If only he had just- if only you had just-

No.

You weren’t just. Despite everything, you still aren’t just.

What do you do, he thinks. What do you do when your world gets blown to pieces? What is there left to do? What can he still help with, what can he do to fix this, be a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man? He stared at the bold red and blue of crumpled mask beside him. Mocking him. You’re a savior, brave and strong, it laughed.  A miracle-worker, it whispered.  A hero, it promised. No one, not even a savior, can escape the end. Bravery is blind stupidity. Miracles don’t exist. Heroes never have their happy ending, no matter what the stories say.

So what does he do? It wasn’t supposed to be like this. It wasn’t supposed to end like this. It was supposed to fall apart gently. It was meant to be a big blazing fight, stormy eyes and hearts, slamming doors and glassy tears shattering against cheeks. It was going to be empty words of bitter lemons, and sour tones that dripped with acid. It was supposed to be distance, cheating, disconnect, sudden hate, how he would never answer her calls, how she would never trust him, anything. It was meant to be gradual, building to an end.  It was meant to start a new page, with phone calls of regret and “I’m sorry, I miss you, I love you”. It was meant to be welcoming hugs and apologizing kisses, grand gestures to fix the problem, finding the comfort and happiness once more. It was never supposed to end.

Stars don’t just wink out, leaving a pitch black empty space in the sky.

Do they?

He dropped forwards, shoulders pushed by the invisible weight the world. He was Atlas, keeping the sky from crumbling, but everything had already fallen, broken, powdered pieces beyond repair. He held up only himself; that alone was too much for him to bear. So he let it bury him. He caved inwards, folding like paper, wavering and flapping in the ashes.

For what was there to do, but end.

As coffee dates and long walks in a crisp breeze passed, he grew restless. How could he continue, without you knowing you what you were? Without you knowing who he was? Teasing shoves turned into tender embraces, leaning against each other to feel the shape of them; kitten kisses on the cheek and nose became subconscious presses on the lips, meaning more than you could say; “Idiot Parker” and “Smart-Ass Y/N” shifted to simply saying his name to feel it against your tongue. He needed you to know. It was a quiet day, insignificant. The two of you walked the streets of the city, talking about everything that meant something and nothing that did.

It was only a matter of time before nothing became the weight of the world.

He had said it all, in that moment where you sat side by side, on a leaf-covered rock in Central Park. Watching children run and parents scold, you thought of your future. He thought of the heavy present. As you turned to speak to him, to spill out your dreams that you hoped he shared into clean air, he spoke first. The first way he spoke was more to you than the words he said. It was the way his maple eyes dimmed, how the shoulders sank imperceptibly but not so you couldn’t see. The thicker cloud made by his dragging breath.

“Y/N. You need to know. Everything,” he said gently, avoiding inevitable bruises to be left on your heart. They never came.

You had felt the pressure of a chain around you, squeezing tighter and tighter on your insides. Death. Danger. Duty. Hero .Useless explanations, just sobs and sounds and hurt. Until you knew you had reached the limit and were about to burst into a million pieces, each one more jagged than the last.

Until.

“Y/N, I love you. My moon, my sun, my galaxy, you, are my everything. If the world ended right now, I would be happy, because I have another world next to me that means more to me than any suit, any duty, anything. Who needs the world when I have you, my entire universe?” he said.   He repeated it with the shine in his eyes, turning maple into brilliant copper. He yelled it to the world with the bumping cracks of his voice, choking with emotion. He whispered it against your lips, as you stopped him with yours.

Chains unwound. Pieces were mended.  You knew and you were hurt. But you were okay. You and Peter, you were always okay. You moved forward again, dancing towards futures and opportunities. Your eyes shone brightest then. One last spark. One last hurt.

But even stars burn out.

Flames fizzle into smoke. Okay doesn’t last. Sparks are short.

He brings himself back to the present, when all he wants to do is be lost, somewhere else, anywhere but in this moment. You couldn’t be. And yet you where. Your eyes, those glorious gates to promises of love and adventure, were empty. They were glassy orbs, shuttered and gone. Peter felt his heart break further, as he shook, with agony and anger, sadness and helplessness. You: your body, your hair, your lips- were stained with an ink that couldn’t be cleaned, sinking into your being wet and dark. There was so much. How much ink would he have? If he had been there in time.

If he had been enough.

He remembered but wanted to forget. Happiness, comfort, safety, love, trust, the feeling of paradise, were all so, so vivid now. He took each one as another wound on his skin, another crack of his heart, another type of pain. 

His body heaved and fell as each feeling and memory hit him, again and again and- Why hadn’t he been there, what was your future, who was he alone, where did you go, why did you leave, why didn’t you stay, why couldn’t he stay-

Peter clutched you tight, as if the beating of his heart and pulls of his lungs could bring yours back. He squeezed and clung, you were his life raft and he was drowning, drowning in together. Tears made the ink run on your shirt. Each drop cleared away dirt on your cheeks. It cleansed you and tainted him, each tear a painful reminder, another weight to bear.

He screamed.

Out into the cold, cloudy air, his voice leaving marks of clouds. He screamed and yelled until he had scraped his throat raw. It was all the secrets of his universe, the world being blown to smithereens, stars burning hot, so hot, they exploded. His heart still was too full, dragging him back down to you.

So he cried.

He sobbed and pulled until he felt his eyes burn, and his head pound. He grabbed fistfuls of his hair, clawed his face, rubbed his eyes red, pounded his chest, punched the rubble surrounding him until his fists blossomed with scarlet.

He swirled and scorched for eternities and seconds, fresh scars never healing, heart always hurting with holes that never filled, tears run dry as a desert, until -

He burnt out.

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A Perfect Fit - Chapter 2

Peter Parker is a high-school graduate, on his way to Empire State University.  As a potential Stark Internship candidate, Peter dreams of the day working under his idol, Tony Stark.   Unfortunately, life remains as cruel as ever.

An attack by a supernatural gang, The Demons, leaves the streets of Queens laced with a new bio-plague.  With thousands dead at the hands of “The Devil’s Breath”, only Peter Parker stands alive in the wake of the attack, saved by his Aunt May.  Transformed by Devil’s Breath, Peter learns from Tony Stark that he’s far from human anymore.  A Super-Soldier with the power of the Hulk, the control of Captain America, and the stealth of Black Widow.  And, oddly enough, he can stick to surfaces like a spider.  

As the only living human with an immunity to the plague, Peter is the last hope of the Avengers.  The only weapon they have against The Demons and their cruel leader, Mister Negative.  With his newfound powers and training from Iron Man himself, Peter races against the clock with the help of the Avengers to stop The Demons.  To stop Mister Negative’s crusade of revenge, and save the life of his last living relative.

By any means necessary.

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Celebrating at Mr. Lee's pizza parlor was a lifelong tradition of the Parker family. With their stomachs full of pizza and ice cream of a legendary chef, Peter and May made their way home. Dusk fell overhead, covering the city in a blanket of shadows.

“That was an amazing dinner. Thanks, May.” Peter said, stretching out into the warm sky.

“You’re very welcome, kiddo. I’m glad I get to spoil you every now and then.” May leaned over, grasping Peter’s cheek and tugging it. “Especially when you deserve it, Mr. #1 Intern!”

“May!” Peter freed himself from May’s grasp. He grinned, stopping at a busy crosswalk as a sea of traffic opened up. “Well, one of these days when I’m rich and successful, I’ll treat you to a buy one get one free dinner myself! Then I can spoil you!”

“Fuck that, you little cheapskate!” May ruffled Peter’s hair as the signal ahead of them turned green. She walked forward, pulling Peter into a headlock. “You’re getting me shrimp and lobster! I also demand a single-story house in the countryside with four corgis and a grandchild to dote over."

Peter rolled his eyes, shoving May off from him. “Two corgis, and a major “maybe” on the grandkid thing.”

“Three Corgis, and if I get a chihuahua, I can live without a grandchild.”

“You drive a hard bargain.” Peter reached back, folding his hands behind his head. He winked at May. “Have to check the budget, but I bet I can manage that.”

“Bestill my heart!” May gasped, reaching over and kissing him on the cheek. “Larb you.”

Peter chuckled. “Larb you, too.”

They continued their journey in silence, getting through the worst of the city’s foot traffic. With home roughly a mile away, Peter paused as May’s footsteps grew softer. He turned around, spotting May standing still, a way's back.

“May?”

Brought back to reality, May shook her head. She caught up to Peter, biting at her lip. “I don’t think I tell you enough how proud I am of you.”

Peter cocked an eyebrow. “Huh?”

“Do you even realize what you’ve accomplished?” May wiped a set of tears from her face, forcing a laugh. “I can’t even fathom it, Peter, you are… The best and brightest of your peers! You beat out sixty thousand other people! All night I’ve been trying to think of what to say. To tell you how incredible that is!” She reached into her massive purse, pulling out a tissue and wiping away the new stains to her mascara. “…but I can’t! I just can’t, Peter, you’re too amazing, and I know if they were still here, Richard and Mary would be… Over the moon. They were the cultured ones in the family, they’d… They’d know what to say, you know? I’m an ER nurse from Queens, for God’s sake! I don’t do feelings well!”

The stars twinkled as dusk finally gave way to night. Peter turned his head to the heavens, allowing himself a brief smile. He nodded, reaching out and pulling May into a tight hug. “Bullshit… You’re the best at everything, you know?”

May reciprocated the hug, patting Peter on the back. “All the jokes and hip parenting aside, I always worried about you, Peter.”

Continuing home, Peter stuffed his hands into his pockets. “You did?”

Nodding, May checked herself in a compact mirror, blotting away the tears. “After you lost your parents and after we lost Ben, I- I always worried you would go down the wrong path. A lot of people I know from the neighborhood lost their way for less.” She shut her mirror, pocketing it back into her purse. “I work such odd hours that I always had to trust you were doing the right thing. When you were 10, I didn’t worry so much, but when you were a teenager… Well, you see the same stories on the news that I do.”

Peter and May stopped at the final crosswalk leading up to their apartment. They waited as traffic sped up in front of them. “You had it hard enough, I-“ He dropped his head. “I wanted… I wanted Mom, Dad, and Ben to be proud of me. I wanted to live the life none of them had the chance to finish. But, above all else, I never wanted to be a burden to you. I mean- I sort of… Fell in your lap, you know?”

May clasped a hand on Peter’s shoulder, gripping it. “Don’t ever think that, Peter.” She smiled. “You are my whole world, and Ben and I couldn’t have asked for a better son.”

Heart thumping, Peter chuckled, taking his turn to steal a tissue from May’s purse. “-and… I couldn’t have asked for a better mo-”

The screeching of tires echoed through the busy street, cutting Peter off mid-sentence. Screams littered the city.

Peter watched an armored van flip through the sky. It crashed in the middle of the intersection before his eyes. Sparks flew as it came to a sliding stop, crashing into half a dozen vehicles.

Peter’s eyes fell to the van, with its back hatch a smoldering hole of black and white flames. Silver air tanks fell from the hole, scattering over the pavement.

 “Oscorp Medical - Making a Brighter Tomorrow Today”

The public panicked from the flicker of flames now engulfing the wrecked vehicles. Peter felt May’s arm’s yank him away from the crowd. They missed the stampeding herd, hiding beneath a storefront.

“Oh my God!” May dropped her purse, pulling out her antique flip phone and dialing a number. “I have to call the police and get the first responders out here immediately, there’s no way those people are okay. Peter, whatever you do, stay back!” She brought up the phone to her ear, gasping. “Hello, Jimmy? This is May Parker from Queens Memorial! Get every ambulance you can find down by Ben’s old place, there’s been a-“

May froze, watching as an entourage of men in suits and ties arrived on the scene. Each wore an oriental mask of black and white, with the disfiguring guise of a demon. They surrounded the street, cutting off the fleeing citizens. The demonic men waved Swords, guns, and polearms in the air, screaming in a foreign language. Their weapons glowed a blinding white but flickered with black shadows at the edge.

“Forget the EMTs, Jimmy, get every fucking gun and SWAT team in the state you’ve got! This could be a massacre!!” May spat, grabbing Peter and shoving them both behind a pile of dumpsters in a nearby alleyway.

“May…?” Peter whispered, body frozen in place.

May shushed him, reaching into her bag and retrieving a stun-gun. She positioned herself in front of Peter, flipping the tool on. They watched the Demons rally around the Osborn Van.

A single man stepped forward, the only one without a mask. The man's skin swirled in darkness, while his clothes shone a bright white. With a wave of his hands, shadows appeared, extinguishing the flames around the wreck. He gazed among the citizens, with a wry smile crossing his face. “Making a brighter tomorrow, today... How noble…”

Peter watched the glowing man grab one of the air tanks, setting it upright, where it stood as tall as he was. The same man brandished a glowing sword from his hip. He laughed as dark shadows enveloped the blade.

“As you move onto the next life, never forget those words….”

In a single strike, he sliced the top of the air tank as if it were butter. A cloud of crimson red smoke soared into the sky, spreading over the busy street like snow.

In one moment, Peter felt the contents of May’s purse spill out over his lap. In the next, May covered his face and neck with the now-empty purse. She tackled Peter to the corner of the building, slamming his face as close to the ground as she could.

“May? MAY!” Peter yelled, struggling to reach out for her.

A strange wetness coated his arms, burning to the touch. Peter screamed, overcome by a pungent floral scent. Darkness overtook Peter as his eyes forced shut.

When Peter next opened his eyes, his head ached, throbbing as a wave of danger overcame him. An overwhelming fear, which resulted in his bladder relieving itself.

“Ma… Ma… May-” Blood dribbled from Peter’s mouth as he spoke, coughing up and coating the inside of May’s purse.

Every bone and muscle in his body screamed in agony, struggling to even lift his hands. As Peter removed the purse, and when the world came into focus, all he saw were bodies, collapsed all around the streets.

Men. Women. Children. Tourists. Animals. Birds. Each and every life around them snuffed out in an instant. There was no movement. There was no noise. For the first time in decades, New York slept.

A cough brought Peter out of his trance. He glanced down, watching as May lifted her own head, her t-shirt wrapped around and knotted by her mouth and nose. She wobbled as Peter did, blood-red tears streaming down her face.

“R-” May coughed, splattering her t-shirt with a red goop. Her arms gave way, collapsing onto the ground. “-un.”

“May?” Peter crawled to May’s level, hissing as his efforts to shake May met with bone-splitting agony.

     “Martin… What should we do with the rest of the stuff?”  

Peter’s wave of fear returned. He craned his neck around, watching as the demonic gangsters collecting the air tanks. Many of them bowed in reverence to the glowing one, “Martin.”

“Take the rest of the tanks to Oscorp Labs. Release the Devil’s Breath and leave no survivors. Kill anyone involved with the project. Is that understood?” Martin answered, slicing the armored van's back doors with his blades.

“Yes, Master Li!” The Demons answered, walking out of Peter’s field of view.

Peter watched Li step inside the armored van and moments later, reappear. He now held a silver briefcase in his hands. A wry smile crossed the man’s face. “When the Avengers and the authorities arrive, make sure to give them a taste of our hospitality. However, if the tin can shows up, ensure that you’ve punctured his suit before deploying the Breath. It can only live in the air for six minutes before it dies.” Li opened the case, retrieving a slender vial of blue liquid. “-and with this… Not even God himself can save Norman. Finally… I’ll have my revenge.”

Li pocketed the vial, striding away from the scene of the crash. Right in the direction of Peter and May.

Whimpering, Peter worked through the pain, grabbing at May’s wrist and trying to pull her as far into the shadows of the alley as he could. After a single pull, Peter vomited blood, coating the alleyway in a putrid mixture of red and black.

“Clever woman.”

Peter froze in place as Li approached them, bending down to Peter’s level. As he lifted his head, Peter met the abyss of darkness in Martin Li’s eyes. A neverending, swirling vortex of negativity and hate.

Martin reached out, inspected the blood-soaked purse and chuckled at the red stains on May’s shirt. “She stopped the worst of the Breath from reaching your lungs… Quick thinking, to be sure. Allow me to remedy that.”

Li stood, brandishing his sword. As he took a step towards May, Peter’s arm swung out on instinct alone, grasping Li by the ankle. To Peter’s surprise, the pain from that short movement was… Bearable.

“Oh?” Marin hummed, glancing down at Peter.

“Don’t… Touch… Her…” Peter spat, covering Li’s glowing white shoes in a bloody splatter.

Li chuckled. “You misunderstand me, boy.” Effortlessly, Li kicked Peter’s hand away, sending the young man flying into a wall.

Peter grunted as he struck the bricks, but felt little more than a numb thud to his back. He rolled over, struggling to his hands and knees, eyes zeroed in on Li.

“You two will suffer most of all. At that low of a dosage, your bodies won’t die from the sensory overload. Instead, your body must acclimate to the disease before it perishes.” Li pressed his blade against May’s throat. “Your bodies will rot from the inside out as you despair and cling to your pitiable lives. I have seen it a million times over. There is no saving you or this woman… There is no hope to be had. All that’s left… Is Death.”

Peter lifted an arm, crawling forward.

Li shook his head, sighing at Peter’s display. “Death would be a kind release for you and this woman. This meaningless struggle will do you no good. So I ask you, boy, what will it be? The sweet release of death and the joy of joining your loved ones in the afterlife? Or the agony of life that awaits you, as you spend each day wishing I’d ended it all for you?”

Sirens rang in the distance.

Wordlessly, Peter hobbled on his arms to May’s side, covering her body with his. He reached out, grabbing the flat end of Li’s blade and slapping it away. He shook, as a powerful wave struck him. “Leave her alone!” Peter screamed, as his voice finally returned to him. Clear tears rolled down his face. “Don’t touch her, you- You monster!”

Li sheathed his blade, smirking. He turned his back on Peter, with little more than a scoff. “Brave words, young man.”

Red and blue lights shone in the distance, as sirens blared, breaking the silent hold over Queens.

“-you’ll wish for death in the end. They all do.”

Peter’s vision blurred as Martin Li vanished into thin air, leaving nothing but a wisp of white smoke in his place. Before the darkness retook him, Peter saw officers in the distance and screamed for help. Over and over again, as he clutched onto May’s body, which struggled to catch even the tiniest breath.

+++++

Queens Memorial Hospital.

In little under 72 hours, tens of thousands came and went through their doors, maxing out capacity several times over. 80% left in body bags. 19% induced into medical comas to preserve what little chance they had.

Peter, to his dismay, was 1%. The lone survivor of the Devil’s Massacre.

“Your aunt saved your life when she covered your face, Peter. Aside from odd test results, all your organs are in perfect condition. The dosage was so small, your body is fighting back and winning against this disease. You can go on and live a long, healthy life, Mr. Parker. It truly is a miracle.”

Peter opened his eyes. Like all the days before, the same hospital room. The same rhythmic beeping of May’s life support system. The same blackened veins that now protruded across May’s body. The same prognosis.

“Some miracle,” Peter whispered, balling his hand into a tight fist. He rose from the chair at May’s side, choking back tears as he saw a new set of black veins now crossing the left side of her face. Like snow, May’s lips were devoid of all color. “Some fucking miracle!”

Peter’s fist found the nearest wall, leaving a noticeable hole in the foundation of the hospital wall. As Peter pulled his fist back, he examined his knuckles. To his surprise, he came away without a single scratch.

He collapsed to his knees, grasping May’s hand. A sob wracked his body. “Don’t go, May… Please, I don’t want you to go! Please, don’t go, I need you!” Tears littered the floor beneath him. “I can’t lose you, too… You’re all I have left!”

While Peter cried, the door to the room slid open. Footsteps echoed behind Peter, and he wiped away his tears before standing. “What the fuck do you want? I said no visitors. Period.” Peter spat.

 “Mr. Parker… There is a guest to see you and your aunt. Would you mind-”

“Go away,” Peter ordered, recognizing the Hospital Director’s voice.

“Mr. Parker-” The Director asked again, falling short of little more than a pained sigh.

Peter shook his head, grabbing the raining of May’s bed and snapping it in half. “I’ll tell this “guest” like I told everyone else. I don’t want scans, I don’t want an interview, I’m not talking to the police, or SHEILD, or the Governor, I don’t want treatments, I’m not giving you a goddamn sample of ANYTHING, and I sure as hell don’t need CPS, I’m a goddamn adult!”

Peter’s voice echoed throughout the hospital, rattling the windows. Out of breath, Peter shuddered. “Let me be with my Aunt in peace. You can ask me anything you want after she’s gone. You won’t have to wait long.”

“I’m not here for that.” A woman spoke.

Peter’s chest tightened, recognizing the soft tone immediately. He paused, turning around to meet the pale features of Pepper Stark, CEO of Stark Industries. Sharply dressed, with her ginger hair kept in a bun. Accompanying her were several women in lab coats.

Pepper stepped forward, “I am here… To ask for your help.”

Rolling his eyes, Peter turned away. He walked to the window at the edge of May’s room, staring out into the city.

Pepper stepped inside the room, joining Peter’s side by the window.

“You’re a man of science, Mr. Parker. A brilliant man of science. Your dissertation, truly, was one of the best we’ve had in over a decade.” Pepper dropped her head. “You’re not getting sicker, Mr. Parker, you’re getting… Stronger. You were at ground zero of the attack. Even with your Aunt’s intervention, you were still exposed to a heavy dose of Oscorp’s undiluted Devil’s Breath.” Reaching out, Pepper grasped Peter’s shoulder. “So I know you’ll understand what that means. Your body is fighting the Devil’s Breath when everyone else infected has died or is waiting to die.”

Peter shoved Pepper’s hand off his shoulder, brushing past her as he rejoined May’s side. He sat, ignoring Pepper’s gaze. “…I have immunity. Or I’m building one.”

“Yes.” Pepper followed Peter, bending down beside him. On her knees, Pepper took both of Peter’s hands in her own. “Peter, you are the key to saving the lives of the people of New York. Possibly the world. If we had a sample of your blood, it could go a very long way to advance our efforts at Stark Industries. I know you’ve ignored our calls up until now, but it’s-”

“…May’s only got a few days.” Peter stole his hands back, gazing at May’s body. “Her organs are shutting down. She’s rotting from the inside, just like that bastard said. Nobody can save her in time.”

Pepper paused, collecting herself. “There are others who are suffering as well, Peter. People miles away from the attack, who have more time.”

“Why should I care about anyone else?” Peter asked.

A visible chill ran down Pepper’s body. The Hospital Director cringed, as did Pepper’s entourage.

Peter shrugged, laughing in Pepper’s face. “Maybe Li was right. Maybe death really was the answer. Sure as hell sounds more appealing than burying the last person I loved.” He stood from his chair, waltzing past Pepper.

Shooting up, Pepper grabbed Peter by the shoulder, struggling to find her breath. “I understand the pain you’re going through right now, Peter, and I know the world doesn’t seem fair, but-“

Peter slapped Pepper’s hand away, shoving her backward. His voice cracked as he laughed. “No.. No, you don’t know how I feel!” He yelled, pressing his face inches away from Pepper’s “Once, I can handle. Twice, I’ll suffer through, but three times, and I-“

 “Peter, sweetie… Your mom and dad… Were in an accident.”

 “Ben… Ben won’t make it home tonight, Peter… He… He did what any good cop would do. ”

 “I’m sorry, young man. There’s nothing more we can do for her. I’ll try my best to make her comfortable, but… She only has a few days.”

Peter roared, backing away from Pepper, slamming his fists against the wall. “I can’t do it anymore…” He slid down the wall, tucking his knees under his chin. “I won’t do it anymore,” Peter muttered.

“Yes, you can.”

All eyes in the room turned to the doorway. A scruffy, muscular man forced his way in. He pushed past Pepper’s team of doctors and aiming straight for Peter. Peter’s eyes landed on a glowing blue machine in the middle of the man’s chest.

“Because you have to, Mr. Parker. I’m not giving you a choice.”

Tony Stark reached down, grabbing Peter by the scruff of his shirt and forced him to his feet.