#he just got some spider powers from that... just /normal/ spider powers... suuure

[justpassingbyoursht]

across the spiderverse spoilers!!

the whole Miles being an anomaly bc he was bitten by a spider from another universe got me thinking... Miles from 1610 was bitten by the 42 spider... and yet he is fine? you’re telling me he got alternate universe spider venom shot into his veins and that in itself is fine?? It did not fuck him up even a little bit? he is stable?? should he not be glitching on the principle of having alternate dimension spider gunk running in his veins???

That machine that sent things back to their correct universes by reading their dna read Miles 1610 dna and saw the 42 spider dna in him... how can those two things co-exist when beings from different universes glitch when in an universe that is not their own??? shouldn’t that have potentially out right killed him??

Miles is an anomaly. He should not exist. and yet he does . . .

if this is not a set up for new dimension/alternate universe/reality bending powers i—

[azaraspirit]

Transfusion-Chapter one

OKAY im too excited to wait till wednesday to post this. my good friend @hoforhaz proof read it for me and said it was awesome so i thought why not? also, this moodboard is made by the amazing @hazshauntedbelle! thanks again jo!

summary: you’re the daughter of bruce banner and natasha romanoff. what happens when tony recruits a new avenger named Peter Parker?

warnings: mild language

word count: 2389

tagging some friends: @peppermintpete @foreverstuckwritingandimagining @starksparker @thollandthot @blissfulparker @angelic-holland​ @angelhaz11​ @osterfield-holland-andcompany​ @heyhihellowhatsup0​

Being the daughter of Bruce Banner and Natasha Romanoff wasn’t easy. You felt overwhelmed at times, having high expectations from everyone. Both your parents being an avenger meant that maybe you would be one too. But you were only a teenager with the IQ of 164 and could break a guy’s neck half your size. You once solved a Rubik's cube with a blind fold in under a minute. You were a black belt by age nine and were home schooled at the avengers tower where you lived since you were a kid. 

You were by far the youngest one living in the tower which you enjoyed. You would be lying to yourself if admitted that you liked the attention. Everyone being impressed with your skills at your age. How great your parents were doing for raising you. Getting to stay up for hours working in the lab with your father.

That was by far your favorite thing to do. You had a special bond with your dad that you couldn’t explain. Yeah he was the Hulk which was cool and all but the part you liked about him was Bruce. The genius with the PHD’s. It was like you two had your own nerd language no one else understood. Not even your mother or even Tony Stark could decipher it. You practiced morse code, sharing inside jokes. 

And your mom. She was like your best friend. Mostly because you didn’t have any your age in the tower to hang out with and you didn’t go out much. You could tell her anything, even trying to explain your secret language with your dad but she quickly gave up trying to understand it. With her, she was the best mom a mom could be. You trusted her with your life. She taught you everything you knew about self defense. Your mother was a badass and you hoped to only be half as good as her. When you weren’t in the labs with your father or Mr. Stark, you with you mom and Wanda. Being the only ladies in the tower, you three became quite the trio. 

You have sleepovers at least once a week. Wanda was like an aunt to you. She showed off her powers and you were in complete awe, trying to wrap your head around it but you couldn’t. Something you did keep to yourself was the jealousy. You didn’t have powers. But you wish you did. Having a high IQ and knowing how to fight weren’t exactly super powers. 

“That is so cool.” you breathed in aw during a sleepover. Wanda’s red energy glowed around her hand, her eyes a shade of ruby red. “I still can’t understand it.” you chuckled.

“Me neither.” Wanda admitted.

Nat just smiled as she was braiding your hair in a French braid. “So,” she quipped, wanting to change the subject. “I hear we might be getting a new team mate here soon.

Your eyes perked up, moving your head. Nat scolded with her narrowed eyes since she was still braiding. “Really? Oh sorry.” You turned back so she could finish.

“Yeah. Tony told me. Sounds about your age, a boy.”

Wanda cooed and you rolled your eyes. “Oh hush. So what?”

“He could be your boyfriend!” Wanda said excitedly.

“Please, I’m too busy to be infatuated with a boy right now.” you said, waving off her comment.

“Okay. maybe not a boyfriend but you could use a friend your age to hang out with.” your mother pointed out.

“I’m too mature for kids my age.” you bragged.

“Good god you sound like your father.” your mother groaned making you and Wanda laugh.

“Anyways he’s coming over tomorrow.”

“When?” you asked.

“Why does it matter? You’re too mature for them remember?” Wanda teased with a giggle.

You gave her a dull look. “I want to make sure I won’t be busy when he’s here, that’s why.”

“Suuure.” she sang.

You sighed. “This is already annoying.”

“We’re just teasing.” your mother said, patting your shoulder to let you know your braid was finished. You picked up the mirror to admire her work, smiling. “Thanks, Mom.”

“Welcome, baby.” She kissed your cheek, making you giggle.

***

The sleepover ended and you found yourself tossing and turning, wondering about this possible new avenger recruiter. Was he a boy like your mother said? Was he cute? You had no idea and it was driving you crazy. You couldn’t sleep.

You realized sleep wasn’t happening. It was well after midnight. Normally you would be in the lab right now working on a formula or something. You sighed and slipped on your robes and slippers, tying it around your waist. You went to the kitchen to get yourself a hot cup of tea then made your way to the labs. It was normal for you to be around this around so you wouldn’t startle anyone.

You paused when you saw the light underneath the door to the labs. Who else would be there this late? You quietly opened the door to see Tony. Figures.

“Might as well come in.” Tony said, startling you. 

“Sorry.” you said, closing the door behind you.

He looked over at you from his hologram, floating in front of him. “Couldn’t sleep?” he asked.

“No.” you said before taking a sip of tea. “Would have made you some if I knew you were down here.” you shrugged.

“It’s okay, I’m not offended.” He went back to the hologram, clicking on a push pin repeatedly, his arms crossed over his chest.

“What are you looking at, Mr. Stark?”

“A profile.” he said.

You stepped closer, getting a better look.

“Of who?”

“A possible recruit. Surely your mother told you by now.”

“Yeah she did.” you said with an airy chuckle. “Not much though.”

“His name is Peter. Peter Parker.” Tony said. He touched the hologram, revealing a photo. 

“Why him?” you asked, rather curious to know the answer.

“He has powers I haven’t seen before. Calls himself Spider-Man. He’s on youtube.” Tony played with the hologram to pull up the video. He pressed play and you watched in aw.

“Whoa.” you said, impressed. “How old is he?”

“Your age.” Tony replied. “Fifteen.”

“A fifteen year old did that?” you asked, referring to him lifting up a two ton truck.

“Yup. From what I understand, he has spider-like powers. He has super strength, travel with this web like stuff and wears a onesie.”

“A onesie?” You looked more closely, paying more attention to the suit he was wearing in the video. Blue sweats, red hoes and a matching jacket and a red mask goggles.

“Obviously he doesn’t want his identity to be found out.” you observed.

Tony nodded. “I started a prototype suit for him. No avenger is gonna get caught in that onesie.”

“A prototype? You mean like a suit?” A touch of jealousy ignited in you. All these years, Tony never brought up the idea to make you a suit but he makes one for this new kid who hasn’t even been in the tower yet? You already began to resent Peter Parker.

 Sleep evaded you that night. You decided fuck it, and not worry too much about Peter. You might have been more of a friendly mood if you slept more than a couple hours the night before but alas, a false smile will have to do. You took a shower and went to the kitchen to get something to eat.

“There she is,” your mother greeted. 

You gave her a lazy wave of your hand. 

“Rough night?” she smirked into her cup.

“You can say that.” You yawned as you poured your mug of coffee. You rubbed your eyes, not bothering to put any makeup on earlier that morning. 

“You know Peter is coming over today.” she said.

“I know.” You went to make your breakfast, putting a bagel in the toaster and getting some eggs.

“So you’re just...not gonna dress up at all?” she asked.

“No,” you spoke, your back to her as you stood at the stove.

Nat chuckled. “I see what you’re doing.”

“I’m not doing anything.” “You’re saving yourself from future heartbreak.” your mother continued. “So you’re already building up a wall.”

“Mom,” you whined. “Please. I don’t have the energy for this.”

“Okay, I’m just saying. You could use a friend.”

“I don’t want any friends.” you lied.

“Oh, please.” 

“And this is the kitchen!” you heard Tony’s voice say from down the hall.

“Oh great.” you muttered, rolling your eyes.

“It’s bigger than my apartment.” a new voice spoke who must have been Peter.

They came into view, Tony smiling. “Ah! And here are two teammates! Natasha Romanoff and her daughter, y/n.” 

“Whoa, you’re black widow.” Peter beamed at your mother. 

Your mother smiled, giving a small wave. “The one and only.”

Peter turned to you. “Nice to meet you, I’m Peter.” He offered his hand but you focused on your eggs that you were making.

“Uh, yeah.” you said. You could practically see your mother’s eye roll from the back of your head. “Nice to meet you.”

Peter awkwardly lowered his arm, glancing over at Tony who shrugged. 

“Want breakfast?” Tony asked.

“Ah thanks but I already ate.” Peter said.

“Surely a growing young man like you could use a snack.” your mother spoke up.

Peter chuckled. “Guess I can eat.”

You had to fight the groan that so badly wanted to escape your lips. “I’m gonna eat in my room. I have homework.” you lied. You hastily finished making your breakfast, taking it to your room.

“Hey, wait up!” 

This time you did groan, seeing Peter chase after you. “What?” you said annoyingly.

“Did I do something?” he asked, confused.

“What do you mean?”

“I kinda got the vibe that you didn’t like me back there.” Peter explained.

“And?”

Peter paused, looking back and forth. “And, I wanna know why?”

“I don’t have to explain anything to you. Now if you don’t mind, I wanna eat my food before it gets cold.”

You left Peter, stunned and confused. It felt good as you smirked yourself.

“What happened?” Nat asked as Peter returned to the kitchen. 

“Uh, I have no idea.” he admitted. “She doesn’t like me.”

Tony scoffed. “What? How could she not like you?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know.”

Nat rolled her eyes. “Boys are so dumb.” she murmured.

“I heard that.” Tony replied.

“You were supposed to.”

“You’re her mom, what did I do wrong?” Peter asked Nat.

She sighed. “You didn’t do anything wrong, sweetie. She’s just stubborn and not used to being with teenagers her age.

“Oh.” 

“Just give her time, she’ll warm up to you eventually.” 

You groaned to yourself, trying to eat your breakfast. That didn’t go like you wanted. You weren’t ready to meet him. By that you meant, you were hoping you’d never meet him. 

“Honey, it’s me. Mind letting me in?” your mother spoke.

“Fine. It’s open.”

Nat stepped in your room, closing the door behind you. She stood awkwardly in your room. “So, uh, that went well.” “Mom.” you whined again. “I had no idea I was gonna meet him then. I was caught off guard.”

“You still could have been nicer to him.”

“Mom, please. I don’t need to be friends with him.”

“Least be mutual, respectful. He asked me if he did something wrong when you left, which he didn’t. I can tell he’s a good kid and you know I have good instincts on reading people.”

“Yeah, I know. I just...I’m scared.” you admitted. Something you would only admit to your mother.

She joined you on your bed, resting a hand on your thigh. “I know honey but you can’t just ignore him. He might be a part of the team so you might as well be friends.”

You sighed. “I was kinda rude wasn’t I?”

“Yeah.” your mother said.

You scolded at her making her laugh. “I’ll apologize when I see him again, okay?”

She patted your leg. “That’s my girl.”

Nat left you be with your thoughts. You finished your breakfast and went back to the kitchen to wash out your dishes. Tony was there but no Peter.

“Hey, Mr. Stark, where’s Peter?” you asked.

“Oh, he left.”

“What?”

“He said something about you not liking him not made him wanna join the team.”

Your jaw dropped. “Wait what?”

“Yeah, I even tried to bribe with him a billion dollars but it wasn’t good enough. You might still be able to catch him.” He pointed at the glass that was the front of the building.

You rushed downstairs, almost tripping.

You saw Happy in the driverseat of a limo, about to pull off.

“No wait!” you shouted.

Happy looked over at you and stopped the vehicle. “Is Peter here?” you asked him.

“Yeah, in the back.”

You went over to the back of the limo, knocking. The window rolled down, revealing Peter. “Oh it’s you.” he said.

“Yeah. Uh why are you leaving?”

“Well I didn’t feel very welcomed. Didn’t see the point of staying if no one liked me.” he shrugged.

You sighed. “Look, I’m sorry I was a bitch. But you shouldn’t leave.”

“You weren’t a bitch.” Peter said.

“I kinda was. And it wasn’t anything you did. I’m just not around people my age…” you shrugged.

Peter looked at you with soft brown eyes. He was like a puppy. “You said you had homework...but I never saw you at school before?”

“I’m homeschooled.” you explained. “See what I mean?”

Peter smiled just a bit. It was cute. “I also have a high IQ. Makes social interaction tricky sometimes.” you admitted.

“How high?” he asked.

“A hundred and sixty-four.” you said.

Peter stared at you. 

“So please...don’t leave just because I was rude. I can tell Mr. Stark likes you and that’s not an everyday thing.”

“You really think I should stay?”

You nodded. “I saw you on youtube. Thought you were pretty cool...Spider-Man.”

He chuckled and maybe blushed? “Uh thanks.”

“So...will you stay?” you asked, still unsure if you changed his mind or not.

“I will...on one condition.”

“Yeah?”

“We become friends.” Peter grinned. 

You smiled, playfully rolling your eyes. “Okay fine. You drive a hard bargain, Peter Parker.”