#peter parker x ofc

[sincericida]

Hey do you have any reblog drafts or saved links i can use on the wayback machine to find the "Velvet Haze" fic? I'm trying to find it since the author deactivated. plzzzzz helppp

Hello dear! I tossed and turned around and reviewed all the fanfic reblog tags, and found almost every chapter of this amazing fanfic called "Velvet Haze". I couldn’t find chapter 2, I'm so sorry. The others are here:

Chapter 1: Green Green Dress

Chapter 3: Sweet Disposition

Chapter 4: A Sufficiently Clear Admission

Chapter 5: Tortured By The Expectation Of Pleasure

Chapter 6: Pure Honey

Chapter 7: Definitely Absolutely Certainly

I hope I helped you in some way. ✌🏼

[julietashton]

don’t blame them (love made them crazy)

Summary — Tony is trying to give them the privacy he’s promised Pepper he would, but it’s hard when he’s become so invested in their teenage drama.(Or, alternatively, Peter falls in love with Tony Stark's daughter and he has to exercise his patience to deal with it.)

Content — tomholland!peterparker, mcu!peterparker, ofc (original female character), irondad

From the moment Tony meets Peter, he connects him with Sophia.

He’s her age, he thinks, which makes him feel incredibly protective over the young boy. The feeling only grows when he finds out he’s an orphan brought up by his aunt. He thinks of Peter’s parents then— if it was me, I would want someone to watch out for Sophia.

At first, Tony tries to keep Peter at arms’ length, but it ends up being impossible. He doubts anyone could ever keep Peter at arms’ length; he is the purest, most open person in the world. He wears his heart on his sleeve, has a natural positive outlook in life and is excited about everything. There isn’t a single bad bone in that powerful body of his, and his kindness is sometimes offensive. But Peter’s also impulsive and inexperienced, distressingly reckless and in terrible need of guidance, so Tony takes him under his wing—sort of adopts him, in a way.

He doesn’t think any drama could come out of it—until Peter and Sophia meet for the first time.

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[hiraeth-witch-11]

Magnolia Jasmine Series List

You would really love to continue your quiet life, tending to your flowers and chatting with your customers. But a certain spider themed vigilante has knack for trouble and you can't just let him face it all on his own.

Part 1: Pilot

Part 2: His Very Own MJ

[keanureevesisbae]

Dusk till Dawn - Chapter 5

Summary: After saving Spiderman's ass, Jordan has to go to school again.

Peter Parker x Jordan Wilson (asian ofc)

Warnings: None

Wordcount: 1.2k

Masterlist // Dusk till Dawn Masterlist //

That Spiderman figure is kinda strange. I already thought so at the airport, but seeing him once again, it felt so strange. Normally I’d never interfere, but seeing that this threat also came up on my radar, meaning it had something to do with me, made me step up. 

But… 

Spiderman was better at the airport in my humble opinion. I know I shouldn’t consort with the enemy, because Spiderman is associated with Iron Man, who is Tony Stark, which automatically means bad news, but I just could not help myself.

Besides, it felt good to do something noble.

I walk into the school, heading straight for my locker. I check my phone on the way, to see if I have a notification from Mallory. Ever since mister Stark has set foot on the premises for a not so appreciated visit, I have added another feature to Mallory, so the second the creep gets too close to my house, she disrupts his systems again and will mess with them even more so than last time.

Instead, I’m met with my newest wallpaper and I can’t help but smile to see Peter’s face plastered on my screen.

I really like him and seeing his handsome and cute face on my screen does not help. I am quick to change my books for the ones I need and walk towards my first class of the day. When I enter the classroom, I already see Peter sitting at his usual spot and he waves at me, a crooked smile appearing on his face. I plop down on the chair next to him. ‘Good morning Peter.’

‘Good morning Jordan,’ he says.

It’s our usual little greeting ceremony every single day. 

‘Slept well?’ I ask him, like usual.

And like always he says: ‘I did.’ However today he adds a little something to it: ‘Strained my back a bit funny, but other than that, I’m alright.’

I smile at him. ‘So young and already the body of an old man.’

‘Very funny,’ he chuckles.

Schooldays like this always go really fast, because spending time with Peter is the best way to spend my hours at this hellhole. Now we are sitting next to each other during lunch and we didn’t even have to be forced by Ned. We voluntarily chose seats next to each other, even to a point where we both seem to forget Ned is even sitting across from us to begin with.

After a day filled with boring classes at school, Peter walks with me for a long way. It’s becoming a daily routine for the two of us and we stop at the intersection. He has to go left, I have to go right. 

‘I can walk with you,’ he offers. ‘If you want of course.’

I really want to say yes, but I shake my head. ‘No, it’s fine. You’ve got quite the work cut out for you with that ginormous pile of homework and of course the extra work miss Duvalt gave you today.’

He chuckles. ‘Yeah, you’re right.’ He clenches his fists shortly next to his body, until he holds out his arms and pulls me in a hug. 

Since the movie theater, he hasn’t given me a hug and I haven’t initiated one. I kinda expected Ned to force us in an awkward embrace, however for Peter to take the first step… It makes me slightly giddy.

I wrap my arms around his waist and nuzzle my face in his shoulder. I don’t want to let him go. I love being hugged, especially by people who I care about.

And I care so deeply about Peter.

When we do part, I blink my eyes fast, hoping the tears aren’t so evident.

He notices it nonetheless. ‘You okay, Jordan?’

‘Yeah, I’m fine,’ I say. ‘See you tomorrow, Peter.’

Peter nods. ‘See you tomorrow.’

We both go our own way and finally I’m closing in on my own place. I walk up the porch, open the door, but I can sense something is different. 

There is only one person in this entire world who wears this old fashioned cologne by his own choice.

‘What are you doing here?’ I ask Steve as I walk around the corner, only to discover he’s chilling on my couch like he’s always hanging out at my place. The audacity and the guts of this son of a bitch to make himself comfortable and just let him self in.

Do I need to update Mallory once again, so she knows Steve—Captain America—Rogers also cannot enter the premises. 

‘Where is Sam?’ 

Because Steve and I are not exactly the best of friends, I never call Sam my dad in front of him, just like I don’t name Bucky Papa. 

He doesn’t deserve that.

‘He couldn’t make it.’

I scoff. ‘And you can?’ 

He decides it’s for the best if he does not answer that question. ‘I like the duck,’ Steve notes, staring at Mallory, who is staring at him from the kitchen, not too sure about the sudden intruder. ‘You made her?’

‘Mhm.’

‘Neat.’

‘What do you want?’

‘I saw you helped out Spiderman,’ he says. 

I groan. ‘If that bothered you so much, you could’ve called.’

‘He’s part of the other team.’

‘Does it look like I care?’ With a huge amount of force, I drop my bag on the table. ‘If you’re here to tell me what I can and cannot do, I urge you to leave right now.’

‘Jordan, let’s talk about this.’

‘I don’t want to talk to you.’

‘Jordan—’

‘You ruined my life!’ I then spit out, my voice a lot louder than intended. ‘Don’t you get that? You have fucked up my life. You took my dad and my Papa from me. The only two people I loved in the world. The only two people that cared for me.’

He doesn’t say anything. 

‘You might not relate to this, because you’re Captain America, therefore tons of people in line to befriend you, no matter what you do. But remember, I am not you. I’m a nobody. I built a damn duck in order not to be alone. So, you’ve got to leave and don’t you dare get your ass back here, unless I ask you to.’

Steve nods and without saying a word he gets out of my place. I lock the door behind him, place my hands on the door as hot tears drip over my cheeks. Painful sobs fill the place and when I’m curled up against the hard surface of the door to cry, metallic flops draw closer. 

‘Madame, I suspect you are unhappy.’

‘Geez, Mallory,’ I sniffle, ‘you’re quite the therapist. Bravo.’

‘I detect sarcasm.’

‘Bravo once again.’

Mallory does not say anything, almost like her little artificial brain is thinking. ‘I must say, I do not like this Captain America figure. Seems pretentious.’

I let out a sad little chuckle. ‘You’re probably right about that.’

‘Can I make you a hot chocolate? After last week’s update and some practice, I personally feel I can handle it.’

I place my hand on Mallory’s back. ‘I’d love that, Mallory. Thank you.’

‘You are welcome, madame.’

♦︎ ♦︎ ♦︎

Dusk till Dawn taglist: @diegos-butt // @beenthroughalot // @abschaffer2 // @kneelforloki

[mfshipbracket]

[abstractnerddreams]

Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Peter Parker/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Peter Parker Additional Tags: Not Canon Compliant, Fluff and Angst, Happy Ending, Falling In Love, Dorks in Love, Fluff and Smut, First Time, there will be spoilers for NWH, so read at your own risk, Romance Summary:

It’s been a rough year for Peter Parker. Returning from the blip was bad enough. Having his identity as Spider-Man blasted to the world was worse. Messing around with magic and learning just how messy the multiverse could be was terrible.

But worst of all? Losing everyone he ever loved in order to basically prevent a multiversity apocalypse.

He just wanted to do the right thing. But now he has no one left in his life and nothing but to be the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man in complete anonymity.

Then he meets Naomi.

[whaliiwatching]

no way!!! it's Other Characters!!!!!

[marvelvillian23]

Does anyone know any Basement Wife fics. Multi chapter preferably but any fic will do.

[noshitbarnes]

Anti-Hero Masterlist

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC

Summary: After being experimented on as a young child and given abilities, Daniela has become a highly skilled member of the Avengers, and has even been assigned to mentor Peter Parker. Little does she know that the happiness she’s been able to find will become threatened by the very people who started her on her path long ago.

prologue

chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 3

chapter 4

chapter 5

chapter 6

chapter 7

updated 02-21-2023

[sheerfreesia007]

Fluffmas #18

Title: Fluffmas #18

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Tasm!Peter Parker x OFC!

Author: @sheerfreesia007​

Prompt: Watch a Christmas movie

Words: 757

Warnings: Erection, spicy but no smut

Permanent Tag List: @paintballkid711, @fioccodineveautunnale, @phoenixhalliwell, @linkpk88, @weirdowithnobeardo, @athalien

Gif Credit: @uni-helps

Peter grinned wolfishly at you as he watched you walk into the living room of your shared apartment holding a large bowl of freshly popped popcorn. You held a hand up in preparation as you stepped over his stretched out legs that lay on the coffee table while he sat on the couch.

“Let me sit down first before you pounce on the bowl.” You chastise him and his grin widens as his hands reach out and grab ahold of your waist and pull you down onto his lap. “Peter!” You cry out surprised and he chuckles softly as he ducks his head and nuzzles into your neck.

“What? You’re sitting aren’t you?” He asks cheekily and you gasp softly as he shifts you into a comfortable position on his lap before his hand dives into the full bowl. Popcorn flies out of the sides of the bowl and you huff at him before grabbing the remote from the couch cushion at his side. You begin clicking through channels to see what holiday movies that have playing and find A Christmas Story playing on one of your favorite channels.

“Are you gonna let me sit on my own or am I stuck here for the movie?” you ask him softly. You’re a little embarrassed to be sitting on his lap like this but also you’re loving it. The two of you have been dancing around this unspoken thing between the two of you since you moved in with him two months ago. You were each other’s best friend and had only danced along the line between best friends and more than best friends, but ever since your shitty ex had kicked you out right before Halloween all because he got caught cheating Peter had been more bold with his touches and his flirting. It was honestly driving you crazy with how intense it would sometimes get between the two of you. But neither one of you had stepped over that line.

“Oh no, you’re stuck there sweetheart.” he says in a low tone next to your ear and you shiver in his lap as his arms wrap tighter around your waist. He nuzzles his face into your neck and you bite your lower lip to curb the moan that wants to break out into the air. “All warm and cozy in my lap while we watch a movie together. I think this is perfect.” he tells you and lounges back on the couch cradling you close to him.

You sigh softly as your body begins to relax back against him, resigning yourself to the fact that he’s not going to let you up. While the two of you watch the movie and enjoy the popcorn you don’t realize that your legs have become tangled with his until Peter shifts his hips and your pajama pants covered legs slide together. You jolt in surprise and begin to try detangling yourself from him but his large hand comes down on your knee firmly and stops you from moving.

“Don’t move sweetheart.” he says in such a low tone that it makes the hair on the back of your neck stand at attention. “If you do, I’ll be found out.” he confesses and you frown softly at his words before his hips grind against your backside and you feel how hard he’s gotten just by lounging with you in his lap. You gasp softly and he wraps his arms fully around your waist and drags you back against him causing you to feel him completely pressed against your back.

“Pete.” you say softly and try to calm your racing heart.

“I know sweetheart. I know. We’ve been dancing along this line for so long.” he reassures you gently as one hand tilts your head back over your shoulder. “I wanna step over the line sweetheart. What do you say?” he asks you softly and you sigh quietly before tilting your head fully back on his shoulder and pressing your lips to the underside of his jaw. Peter whimpers softly before tilting his head down to you and covers your lips hungrily with his own.

“Movie’s over.” you tell him softly when you both break away and he huffs softly before gathering you in his arms and begins walking towards his bedroom.

“Good I’ve got so much more I want to watch than a Christmas movie.” he tells you sultrily and you shiver in his arms knowing how much sleep you won’t be getting tonight, thankfully neither of you work tomorrow.

[ladyyystark]

Bucky teaching Peter to dance swing.

"Balancing slowly on two feet is not dancing, doll. I'll teach you what it's to dance for real."

And Peter enjoyed, very much actually. He got stuck on the ceiling three times because of the times Bucky threw him in the air, but he's okay.

And if they frequent a swing dance club every once in a while, that's their business.

[krystalfics99]

INDIFERENCE

𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 2

Warning: child neglect and mature language

Age Rating: 16+

Summary: The well known billionaire Playboy Tony Stark has an affair with the wrong woman and now Has to attend the consequences of her vengeance.

-That fuking bitch,- Tony said, full of hate. In the background, the baby could be heard crying. Pepper approached and took her in her arms.

-Poor girl still has her hospital clothes on, she's probably been in that basket all day,- said a worried Pepper as she held her in her arms.

-That bitch left and left me this nut to raise,- repeated a very hateful Tony as he walked from one side to the other, Happy passing behind him discreetly taking the letter from the desk and reading it.

-It says her name is Aurora here,- Happy said, interrupting Tony's tantrum.

-Aurora, what a cute name,- Pepper said as she held Aurora.

-Pepper, you're my assistant, right,- Tony asked.

-Yes,- he responded with an obvious tone.

-So fix this mess ok, I don't want to have anything to do with the dwarf teletubie- Tony said pleadingly.

-do you want me to put her up for adoption-

-No, if you do it, everyone will find out and my reputation will be ruined.- Tony said, losing his sanity.

-So what do you want me to do?- Pepper asked.

-DNA test, get a DNA test now- Tony said desperately taking his car keys -come on Pepper and leave it with Happy- he said this time leading Pepper towards the door

-But Tony we can't go...-

-Yes Pepper now-

-But I-

-Happy, tell Obi that something came up,- Tony said, dragging Pepper to the exit without giving her much time to leave Aurora in Happy's arms, taking Aurora's pacifier.

-What do I know I'm supposed to do with Auro...- He was interrupted by a slamming door.

-Of course, just what I was missing, first Tony's nanny and now his daughter's - at that moment small sounds came from Aurora making Happy smile - At least you are adorable and physically a baby - Aurora let out a loud laugh, making my heart of Happy melted completely. Happy looked at Aurora's round eyes, so black and full of light, eyes that made his insides fill with calm and serenity. Looking at her face, she ironically noticed that she was the perfect combination between Emma and Tony. For each feature of Tony, something about Emma complemented him, for example, his eyes were almond-shaped like Emma's, but his irises were brown and large like Tony's, his nose had Tony's thickness and Emma's profile, Emma's full lips, but pink like Tony's, her hair was brown like Tony's and pale skin like Emma's. There was no doubt that it was his daughter.

Aurora is the positive product of two negative variables.

From one moment to the next Aurora began to cry.

- Hey, baby, calm down, don't cry... oh, you smell very bad - he said, making disgusted faces.

-That's disgusting... you stink,-he said while Aurora only cried harder. Happy walked over to the basket looking for diapers.

-Damn, there's nothing here.- He began to look around and found Tony's private bathroom. -perfect here there is paper- taking an extreme amount of paper.

- ok now what - looking at the highly restless and sobbing baby - well I guess I'll change your diaper now.....

But there are no diapers here.-Happy, in the absence of diapers, had to improvise with toilet paper.

After hard work wrapping Aurora in toilet paper. He decided that at least getting decent diapers wouldn't be bad. So he left the building, headed to the parking lot, and

-Shit, I don't have a child seat,-he said, feeling the shock of reality, he looked ahead and got a taxi.

While Happy, with Aurora in his arms, headed to a nearby store in search of suitable diapers and a car seat. The connection with the girl grew as he struggled to cover all the needs improvisedly.

                                    ○●○

Tony and Pepper are on their way to a lab to perform the DNA test.

- Tony, don't you think you're exaggerating a little? - Pepper asked with a worried look.

- Pepper, this is crazy. I can't have a child now, much less with that woman,- Tony responded, with his nervousness evident.

In the laboratory, JARVIS was already preparing the equipment for the DNA test while Tony impatiently waited.

- Calm down, Tony. This will be resolved soon. - Pepper tried to calm down.

Back at Stark Mansion, Happy awkwardly manages to properly change Aurora's diaper while she continued to cry.

Meanwhile, in the lab, the DNA test reveals the truth. Tony Stark, the genius, millionaire, playboy and philanthropist, was about to face a reality he did not expect.

- Tony, the results are ready. - Pepper announced cautiously.

- Tell me, is she my daughter or not? - Tony asked, with a mixture of anxiety and fear.

- The results are positive. Aurora is your daughter. - Pepper revealed, watching Tony's reaction.

The expression on Tony's face changed from disbelief to surprise, and finally, to disappointment.

- But, Tony, this could be an opportunity to... - Pepper tried to say before being interrupted by Tony.

- No, Pepper. This doesn't change anything. - Tony responded firmly.

[julietashton]

I’m a mess (but I’m the mess that you wanted)

Summary: Peter Parker has been brought up in a HYDRA base, being experimented on since he was four years old. When the Avengers rescue him, Tony insists they help him. His daughter finds herself incredibly drawn to him.

Preview: Her father is so horrified that he throws up as soon as Bruce and Helen Cho sedate the boy. Steve looks ready to start a world war all over again. Bucky follows the doctors inside the medbay in case they need his experience. Natasha has gone as pale as the boy, and Sophia hesitates before approaching her because her gaze looks lost.

“Nat,” she whispers worriedly. “You okay?”

Natasha takes a moment to answer, snapping out of whatever has been haunting her—probably memories of her own—and stares at her.

“He’s going to need help,” is all she says. “So much help.”

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[hiraeth-witch-11]

Magnolia Jasmine

Part 1: Pilot

Warnings: canon typical violence, explosions, some fear, mommy issues, wasps

Word Count: 2400

You are a disappointment to your mother, this you know. Your mother is fierce, beautiful, and brilliant. She is also controlling, particular, and unpleasable. You share the same fiery red hair, but that’s where the similarities end. You take after your dad and his family. Even your hazel eyes are from him. You think your mother secretly resents you for being so little like her. She had never confirmed it, and your dad wouldn’t really talk about it, but you think she had gotten pregnant with the sole purpose of having someone with her abilities to follow in her footsteps. Why else would she have approached your dad, someone who came from a family with plant based abilities, seduced him and gotten pregnant all within the span of 2 months? And as soon as she was pregnant, she broke off their relationship and had a shared custody agreement ready to go. With how you were raised, that’s the only explanation that makes sense.

“Again, Magnolia. You are supposed to be growing a tree, not a rose bush.”

“It’s not working, Mom.”

“If you actually tried, it might.”

“Or maybe, I just can’t grow trees. Maybe I can only do flowers like Aunt Nicki.” You love Aunt Nicki, always look forward to visiting her. She can’t grow without plant material, and she can only work with flowers, generally pink for whatever reason, but she’s kind and she teaches you the different meanings of different flowers.

“You are my daughter, you should be able to do much more than your father’s side of the family can. You just need to apply yourself.”

Your mother had been telling you this for years. Ever since you first started walking, dandelions popping up wherever your bare feet touched the dirt, she had been laser focused on growing your power. You are 12 now, and you can bloom all kinds of flowers, many weeds, and several vining and tropical plants. Your father is always impressed when he visits, but it’s not enough for your mother. She expects you to be able to grow anything she can, or could when she was younger. But in the 11 years you have been using your power, you have never grown any trees, edible food, or even grass. It was difficult for you to grow anything that did not blossom at some point, unless you already had a sample of the plant next to you while you tried.

“I am trying, Mom. I promise!”

“At your age I could grow and manage an entire greenhouse full of exotic plants with ease. You can barely keep some of your sunflowers alive without touching them day and night. You need to try harder.”

You dig your fingers back into the dirt and put all your energy and focus towards growing a tree. So much so, that you don’t notice the blood starting to run from your nose until your mother grasps your wrists and wrenches you away from the ground.

She wipes below your nose with her thumb and shakes her head. “Disappointing. Go inside and clean yourself up. We’ll try again tomorrow.”

You go inside and wash your hands and face. It’s barely 6 and you are exhausted. You sleep through dinner and until your mother wakes you up at sunrise the next morning. You hate summer break. It just gives her more time to ‘teach’ you.

It continued this way for years and you made very little improvement in the diversity of species you could grow. You did, however, begin to excel in maintaining your plants from a distance. Much to your mother’s horror, you could even keep cut flowers preserved at a distance for days longer than was natural.

“I don’t understand why you insist on killing your plants for your own amusement, Magnolia. Cut flowers are just awful.”

You turn your back to her and roll your eyes. “The flowers will die eventually, Mom. This way they can share their beauty with others before they do.”

“I thought I raised you better than this.”

“Aunt Nicki cuts flowers all the time. The plant doesn’t feel pain like we do, sometimes cutting the flowers even helps with growth. You have to prune some things for them to thrive.”

“If you had better control of your power, you wouldn’t need to.”

You sigh, it was never enough for her. Even when you were 16 and began to communicate with bees and hummingbirds and butterflies, she was still disappointed.

“Dad said his great grandma could do it too! Isn’t it cool? They follow me around sometimes, which can get annoying, but they love when I bloom flowers for them!”

“You take after your father’s side of the family too much.”

  Looking back, you think that is the exact moment you decided you were going to move far away from her one day. You won’t be a tool to further her sometimes extreme planet first agenda, even if you were powerful enough, you decide that you want your own life. 

It had always been a given that you would go to college. Both your parents had their doctorates, though your father often told you his had been more trouble than it was worth. Instead of staying in state for school, you applied to places across the country. You may not have been as powerful as your mother, or a genius like either of your parents, but you are smart. Smart enough to graduate highschool near the top of your class. Smart enough to get into NYU and be granted a large scholarship.

“How do you plan to go? It’s expensive and halfway across the country.”

“I have some money saved, I can at least afford the first year if I get a job there. I wanted to ask if I could borrow some money from you. I plan to pay it back, with intere-”

“Absolutely not. I will not pay for you to leave and go to school that far away. You are supposed to be here, with me, practicing.”

“I am never going to  be as strong as you, Mom! And as much as I love the planet and hate how much people are killing it, I don’t want to be an ecoterrorist like you were. I want to go to school and learn and maybe make friends. I want to explore things and figure out what I want to do with my life.”

“Go ahead then. Be ungrateful and leave me here. When you run out of money, you’ll be back.”

Your dad had a much different reaction than your mother.

“I’m so proud of you, Blossom! You are going to be brilliant in whatever you choose to do. Now, I don’t want you worrying about money and working too hard while you’re supposed to be studying and enjoying your youth. I’ve been building a college fund for you ever since your mother found out she was pregnant. You don’t need to worry about a thing.”

You are practically speechless when he shows you the account and helps you set up automatic tuition payments. Your mother refuses to speak to you the few weeks leading up to your move in date and you are happy when your dad asks if he can come with you to help get settled.

The years go by fast. You alternate holidays at your parent’s homes and spend less and less time with your mother. You rarely speak to her at all, sometimes months go by without a word. Your dad is better about calling you, but he gets distracted easily. At some point near the end of junior year, you decide you want to open up a flower shop. Thanks to the college fund from your dad, you have been able to save some money during your years at school. After graduation, you spend a couple years working two jobs. One in plant based research and another at a high end flower shop. You even add in a third job waitressing for a while. But it isn’t until your grandma dies and leaves a large chunk of money to you in her will that you are finally able to open up a tiny store just before your 25th birthday.

Your affinity for plants gives you an edge and saves you a lot of time and money. You keep many pots of live flowers growing in your store and in your tiny apartment. Your customers appreciate seeing how fresh your flowers are, sometimes you even cut their selections in front of them.

You aren’t necessarily hiding your power by studying botany and opening up a flower shop. But this is New York City, and there are much stranger things to notice than a girl with a metaphorically green thumb and a downright friendly relationship with most pollinators. People don’t mind that your flowers stay fresh longer than they should and the plants you sell thrive and grow under near impossible conditions. They don’t mind, likely because they either don’t notice or there are much worse things to be concerned about. Things like electricity controlling criminals and flying, goblin-like villains. 

It’s not that these were daily concerns, far from it. Spider-Man usually kept people safe and you were happy to leave the crime-fighting to him. Except for today. Today, the news alert on your phone has notified you, a few minutes too late, that Spider-Man has been seen fighting a wasp swarm that seems to be controlled by a team of men through some technological device. Too late, because you are currently watching this from behind a dumpster, having run into the alley the moment the explosions started. It looks like less of a fight and more of Spider-Man trying to stay out of the swarm’s reach while doing his best to thin them out and keeping civilians out of harm's way as the men reek general mayhem. His suit doesn’t seem to be sting proof and even with his extra durability, the wasps aren’t only attacking him. Enough stings can cause serious injury, especially in children.

So on this random day in May, you decide to take your first real dip into the world of vigilantism, in a much different way than your mother had ever intended for you. You tuck yourself closer to the wall and you tightly wrap yourself in a suit of vines, masking most of your face in soft pink petals, and weaving soft thin stemmed flowers through your hair until it is tightly braided and concealed. All this takes you less than 5 minutes, your mother would have expected you to do this in less than 1, but you were out of practice.

The first time you figured out how to use your flowers as clothing, you had been 13. Your mother used to wear costumes made of green vines when she was younger, so you scoured the internet for pictures and then diligently studied the way the vines overlapped and intertwined. It had taken you weeks to form something solid and relatively comfortable over your own clothing, but it had been worth it. That was one of the only times your mother had ever been proud of you.

You take a deep steadying breath, then dash back out into the madness. Start small, you tell yourself. Much of the street has been blocked with cars and debris, preventing people from easily escaping, especially the group of elementary school aged children hiding behind their chaperones. This you can help with. You sprint towards them, crouching once you are close, placing your bare palms to the pavement and summoning sturdy vines, mainly composed of kudzu, and instruct it to twist itself into steps, creating a bridge over the worst of the rubble.

“It’s okay, you can come out,” you wave to the children and their 3 supervising adults. Another blast across the street sends vibrations through the ground and a few screams are audible. The kids are terrified and the adults aren’t much better. “Hey, I’ll keep you safe, all you have to do is climb a few feet and you can get outta here.” You beckon them closer and this time they respond.

Half of them are over the structure when a swarm of wasps notices the movement and charges. I can help with this too, you reassure yourself as you reach out pseudo-telepathically to the insects. We are all nest-hive-friends-harmless. Calm-soothe-safe.

It’s hard to directly translate anything you communicate to pollinators, most often it’s more of an impression or image that you send towards them. A feeling or direction. These wasps are confused, the technology controlling them is sending impulses they don’t understand and your instructions are conflicting. You decide it’s best to send them as far away from here as possible. Home. Go home. Leave-flee-fly-away. Home.

The swarms all follow your instructions, breaking free of the control of whatever tech the villains had created. Another explosion almost knocks you off your feet and you turn to watch Spider-Man get thrown back against the building from the force of the blast. 

You have no idea what these guys are after, maybe they just want to blow shit up and kill Spider-Man. You would really like to go back home, but the masked hero isn’t getting up fast enough and the bad guys are pointing their weapons at him.

“Frick, okay, here goes nothing,” you tell yourself as you kneel and place your bare palms on the cracked pavement. Thorny vines of roses reach up from the ground around Spider-Man’s assailants, wrapping around their weapons and yanking them down and to the side until they are no longer pointed at anyone. Spider-Man takes advantage of your distraction and quickly wraps the 3, now unarmed, men in webs, removing any remaining tech from their wrists and leaving them to dangle from the ceiling. You take this as your que to leave, you aren’t needed anymore.

You disappear into an alleyway and remove your plant based suit, before speed walking home as fast as you could.

*****

Spider-Man had noticed you while he was busy dodging explosions and angry wasps. Briefly, he had worried you were another threat, but that fear left once he saw you help the kids and disperse the wasps. It hurt like hell when he got caught between two blasts and slammed his head against the wall. He was preparing to dodge the coming fire even with his bruised ribs and ringing ears, but you had saved him the trouble. 

He wishes he could have talked to you or even just thanked you before you disappeared. At least he had a handful of flowers to take home to Aunt May tonight.

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Dusk till Dawn - Chapter 6

Summary: Peter discovers who that person is who keeps on saving him.

Peter Parker x Jordan Wilson (asian ofc)

Warnings: None

Wordcount: 1.2k

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A lot happened right before Peter lost his consciousness. He was spying on them once again, he got caught once again and his newly found friend helped him out. But after one particular hit, he blacked out and he blacked out good. 

When he wakes up with the most painful headache, he rubs his face and groans. However, his movements are quickly halted when he discovers something.

He is not wearing his mask.

The same figure who helped him out today, is standing with their back towards him, his mask in hand as they stare over the lake.

‘Thank you,’ Peter says, pushing himself up. ‘I— This— I don’t think you are supposed to know my identity.’

They throw the mask to him, clearly hesitating, before they uncover themselves. To say he is dumbfounded is an understatement. His heart stops beating for a few moments, his stomach turns and his mouth is dry. 

He witnesses long black wavy locks falling down over her shoulder, as she uses her hand to ruffle through the her hair. He knows that beautiful face. He dreams about her on a daily basis.

‘Jordan?’ he finally manages to ask. ‘No, wait… I must be hallucinating… You’re— I— What?’

She smirks. ‘You were better at the airport,’ she notes, which is both true and humiliating. ‘What happened out there?’

‘Nothing,’ he stammers, a little bit embarrassed his identity is out to the girl he is crushing on, especially in the way it was revealed.

‘Liar.’ She walks over to him and sits down in front of him. ‘Feels like I should’ve known you were Spiderman.’

It all makes sense now: her constantly holding back during P.E., her not caring when he underestimated his own powers and telling him she can handle it, when in reality she actually can. While she’s strong as hell, she’s also smart, having created devices and brought them to the fight, having to save his sorry ass twice now.

‘Likewise,’ he mumbles. But then it hits him. ‘Wait a minute, you broke mister Stark’s arm.’

‘I did,’ Jordan says, seemingly awfully pleased with herself. ‘Just don’t tell anyone about this and for as long as you can, don’t tell Stark, okay?’

‘I won’t,’ he says, knowing damn well mister Stark is not going to be happy when he finds out Peter got help from the so called enemy. ‘Why… Why help me? We’re on opposite teams.’

‘I got an alert back home,’ she says. ‘I figured I’d check it out and then saw you were kinda in trouble.’ 

‘Jordan,’ he then says, ‘thanks. For having my back, before you knew it was me.’

‘Of course.’ She lets out a shy chuckle. Despite the mask, the tough reputation she got after the fight at the airport, he can see her kindhearted nature. She fought for the team she believed in, he’s sure of that and will be able to poke through it. ‘While Captain America saw the footage, I masterfully deleted it, so no one was to see how Spiderman got his ass kicked.’

He lets out an embarrassed snort. ‘This is really humiliating, but once again: thank you. Wait, what, Captain America?’

‘I saw him the other day,’ she says. 

Peter wants to ask her more about it, but then he realizes she might not want to talk about it. While Captain America, together with that long haired Winter Soldier dude weren’t arrested, the rest of the team was. 

Except her.

That must’ve hurt.

She stands up and holds out her hand. ‘Come on, let’s get out of here.’

He takes it and pulls himself up, knowing she can take it easily. They both put on their masks again. While she’s strong and has the equipment to reach higher points probably, he says: ‘Hold on tight, I’ve got an idea.’

He wraps an arm around her waist, as she snakes hers around his neck. ‘Whereto, Spiderman?’ she asks. Despite not being able to see her face, he can detect the smile in her voice.

‘You’ll see,’ he says, as he shoots out his web and takes her with him.

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They are sitting on an abandoned rooftop, staring over the city, with their legs dangling over the edge. ‘You know, we’re probably not allowed to do this anymore,’ Peter says. 

‘That’s if you tattletale,’ Jordan notes. ‘So don’t mention it to Stark, okay?’

‘I won’t.’ Peter sighs. ‘I made quite the fool of myself, didn’t I?’

She laughs. ‘You did a little, but you know, it’s good for my ego.’

‘Yeah, but not mine.’ 

She looks to the side and their gazes lock. ‘What?’ she asks in a soft tone.

‘Feels very Romeo and Juliette, right?’ he asks. ‘Us right now.’

‘Are you implying we are romantically involved?’ Jordan asks, a smirk toying on her face.

Peter chuckles, a little embarrassed. He wasn’t implying that at all, though his comment does make it seem like it. ‘Never mind,’ he snickers, trying to hide his embarrassment.

Jordan looks at the mask in her hand, seconds passing by of her not saying a word.

‘What’s wrong?’

‘Nothing,’ she says, but then she sighs deeply, realizing the ‘nothing’ will not suffice. ‘Do you consider yourself a superhero?’

Peter frowns, taken slightly aback by the question. However he realizes he doesn’t. So, as an answer he shakes his head. ‘Mister Stark doesn’t consider me a superhero and he is right: I can’t even do this right, without screwing up.’

‘You are a superhero, no matter what Stark says to you.’ She nudges his side. ‘You’re on the good side, Peter. Besides, you’ll only get better.’

Peter shrugs. ‘You’re the real superhero. My superhero.’

She laughs. ‘Ew,’ she laughs, ‘leave it to you to make it disgusting.’

They stay on the rooftop for quite some time, but then they have to part their ways. ‘I’ll see you tomorrow, Peter,’ Jordan says, giving him a tight hug. 

He closes his eyes as he pulls her closer. He doesn’t want to let her go, but he has to. When they let go, she puts on her mask again, waving at him, before she rushes off, way faster than she’d normally move.

‘Bye Jordan,’ he says, though she doesn’t hear it anymore.

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asking for a friend, would anyone read a post-endgame fix it fic mostly focusing on the avengers' healing/recovery? the romances im thinking of putting in (either central or side) will be in the tags :)

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