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dracoslittleangel · 2 years

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Nothing, just my baby Andrew Garfield with kids...(part2)

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fanficsandfluff · 2 years

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A Moment in Comfort

A/N: So this was supposed to be a drabble, but I don't think they can be over 1,000 words so here we are. A very hastily written, zero plot fic with our three Spideys. I hope the numbering doesn't make it too confusing, as I kept it to how they called themselves in the movie. Not my best work, but I think it'll make some people happy.

I was desperate for non-reader fluff with the boys so I had to satiate myself in some way. Hope this inspires some of you to also write! Enjoy!

Fandom: Spider-Man: No Way Home

Character(s):

Peter/Peter 1 = Tom Holland

Peter 2 = Tobey Maguire

Peter 3 = Andrew Garfield

Words: 1,161

"I love you guys."

The "Thank you's" were simultaneously the two opposing H's: hilarious and hurtful.

He meant it! What else was he supposed to say, opening up and laying his heart out on the floor like that hours after meeting his two others?

"You don't seem too... here right now, Pete," Peter 2 laid out his thoughts while the three Spider-Men were sitting in Peter's living room in various chairs and sofa.

"Hm? Why?" Peter 3 snapped his head towards the older Peter, "What? Pffft," he ran fingers through his hair now, "No, I'm here. Here."

"What were we just talking about?" tested Peter, sitting cross-legged on his cushy chair, a smile across his lips.

"You know... Spider-Man stuff."

Both Peter and Peter 2 snickered at that.

"Okay, ha ha," Peter 3 rolled his eyes but had to grin softly at the others' teasing.

"Weaknesses," Peter 2 updated him on their current topic of conversation.

"Right, yeah, I don't think much. Crippling self-deprecation at times."

"Anxiety," Peter chimed in, nodding.

"I had a whole existential crisis once that wiped out all my powers."

"Really!?"

"No way..."

"But no one is, like," Peter tried to come up with a way to say it, "No electricity means no powers? Like Max?"

"Sometimes there are guys that are just too big and powerful, so that can be rough," Peter 2 added on, glancing Peter 3's way, "I think we lost him again. Hey," Peter 2 chucked a couch pillow at him, and Spidey Senses be damned, it smacked him right in the face.

Peter hunched over laughing at that. Peter 3 didn't seem too phased, now pulling out a loose feather from the pillow, "Okay, what? You want me to say there's like a food that saps my webs or something? No, there isn't," now he started to chuckle in slight exasperation as the other two Peters were giggling amongst themselves, "I don't know, you know?"

"Yeah we're all just waiting for that one Spider-Man allergy," Peter giggled.

"No, I got it. We're all just really ticklish or something," Peter 2 made himself laugh a bit more at that add in.

Peter immediately flushed red but giggled in tandem. Peter 3, however, lit up like a Christmas tree, ears and nose blushing pink.

"Ha, yeah," he choked out, clearing his throat.

"Oh," Peter 2's abject coolness when he uttered that sound sent a shiver down Peter 3's spine. Then he cocked his head.

Oh no.

Stillness.

Then...

THWIP

"Woah! Hey hey hey!" Peter 3 scrambled to pull his wrist up from the chair arm while Peter 2 swooped up to him.

"Just testing the theory, Peter," Peter 2 immediately started poking at the exposed parts of Peter 3's abdomen.

"Nonono, nah, hold ohohon! Wait, Peter! Not cool!"

"Hold on!" Peter ran over and grabbed Peter 3's other wrist and held it down to the other arm of the chair, thwipping one other web for good measure.

Peter 3 was mentally falling apart. Wait, yeah, probably physically, too. He was sweating and he couldn't stop smiling.

Peter 1 and 2 glanced at each other, both grinning. They could all sense it at once.

"You don't mind this," Peter pointed out gently, "Right?"

"Wh--wha," Peter 3 stuttered, fingers curling and uncurling where they were pinned by the wrist, "W-We were talking about weaknesses like two seconds ago. How did we end up here? Huh? Explain, cuz-cuz I am not-nohohot--Hey! You-pfffff--" he threw his head back when Peter 2 started to pinch at his side, biting his lip without abandon.

"You've got a sinister side, Peter 2," Peter joked.

That made Peter 2 scoff, "Really? No, I'm probably the tamest out of the three of us. Honest. Just something about us being here together, it's... nice. Bringing out different sides of me. Now, are you gonna help or what?"

Peter beamed.

"Mehehean!" Peter 3 squeaked out, arching his back and legs squirming every direction in the seat.

Peter brushed his fingers back and forth around Peter 3's neck, all while Peter 2 zeroed in on his bottom ribs.

Squirming definitely increased at this point.

"I caha--I can't! Guhuhuys!" Peter 3 was snickering and laughing within seconds.

"Hmm. This does seem like a pretty big weakness, Pete," Peter 2 taunted.

"NO!" Peter 3 cinched his body as hard as he could when he felt Peter's hands wandering down from his neck, "NohoHO hey! No, please, wahahait!"

"Yeah, seriously. I thought I was bad," Peter stated, trying to force his fingers into Peter 3's well-guarded armpits.

"Nuh-uh, no wahay," Peter 3 was smiling like a fool. He knew he looked silly because he felt silly, just sitting there like that. He tried making eye contact with Peter 2 who stopped his tickling when Peter made his comment.

"Plehease. Please, just-- I can bargain, huh? Let's um let's just change the subject. You let me out and we move on. Watch a movie! Yeah! Pehete, don't look at me like that, come ohohon, man!"

Peter 2 had just smiled, that was it. He leaned in closer to Peter 3's face which prompted him to beg again, "Just making sure of something."

"I don't mind it, alright!? Is that what you wanted to hear? Yeah, it's fine, just... intense! I haven't been tickled in a really long time so just go easier. Please?"

"Wow," Peter sat back on the floor at this moment, "You didn't even have to convince him or anything. How'd you do that?"

Peter 2 merely shrugged, ripping Peter 3 free from his web binding, "I think I'm just a guy you can open up to."

Peter 3 was rubbing his wrists now, feigning that they hurt to try and make the two others feel a little guilty.

"It's all part of how he makes his own web. It's like a hypnosis stare or something."

"That's what the media thinks I have!" Peter exclaimed.

Peter 3 had now joined the other Peters on the floor. They shared in a silence for a short while before Peter 3 spoke again, "Thanks."

"No problem," Peter 2 grabbed his shoulder, giving it a squeeze.

"Ow!" Peter 3 recoiled in surprise when he felt another poke to his side, this time from Peter only. The youngest started giggling again.

"I'm sohorry, I had to."

"Yeah? Come here," Peter 3 crawled for Peter but the other jumped away. Peter 3 webbed a pillow and slung it at him as a distraction before chasing. Shrieking and more laughter followed.

When Peter 3 said he always wanted brothers... Yeah, he wasn't bullshitting. This was the happiest he'd been in a long time. When all three of them lay on the floor, panting, smiles painting their faces, Peter 3 reiterated without prompting or deep thought, "Love you guys."

"Love you, too," Peter shoved his arm with a small laugh of his own.

Peter 2 returned the sentiment with a huge ruffle to Peter 3's hair.