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Before its to late - Peter Parker

Peter Parker x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 899

Summary: Tony tells Peter to go and get you before it’s to late, like how it almost was with Pepper

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“Hey Pete” Y/n said nervously coming over to him from hanging out with Nat and Wanda

“Hey Y/n, what's up” Peter asked looking up at his best friend and the girl he’s had a crush over since forever.

“Oh, nothing. But I do have a question for you.” she said twiddling her fingers. Peter knows that to be her nervous habit, softening his face hoping to ease her nerves. Looking at him with what seems to still be a very nervous look. Not commonly found on her when talking to him.

“Yesss?” he stretched out setting down his phone to give her his full attention like always. Never wanting to miss a word she said.

“I was wondering what you were doing Saturday?” Y/n asked biting lip anxiously waiting for his reply

“Oh-oh a-saturday, I’m working on a paper for history. It’s due Monday an-and I haven’t even started.” Peter stuttered out nervous now himself to

Y/n’s smile dropped and then replaced with a small sad smile, backing up a bit. “Oh, well um I hope you get it done fast so it doesn’t ruin your whole weekend.”

“Its g-gonna probably take all weekend” Peter let out before he could think and man did he want to hit himself.

“Ah, well, ok see you at school on Monday then.” she mumbled looking down bitting her bottom lip

“Yeah, yeah see you at school. Or on Monday.” he nodded shifting in his seat

Y/n walked away, heading back over to Nat and Wanda, whos hopeful faces dropped when they saw hers. Peter sat there watching as Nat placed a hand on Y/ns back guiding her to the elevator while Wanda followed, but not without sending a glare Peter’s way.

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“Peter” Peter heard Tony say his name and he quickly turned his head in Tony’s direction

“Yes Mr. Stark”

“Come here” Tony motioned for the teen boy to come over to him

“Something wrong Mr. Stark? Did I-” Peter rushed over to where he is in the kitchen. Looking up at Tony with wide eyes.

“No, Peter listen. Do you realize what y/n was asking earlier?” Tony set his hand on Peters' shoulder

“Peter she was asking you out” Clint leaned in close as he entered the kitchen, passing behind Peter and Tony.

“Or at least trying to. I’m impressed.” Banner said following Clint into the kitchen area

“She was. Oh god, she was! And I was completely clueless!” Peter dropped his head to the counter

“Yeah you were buddy” Tony patted his back giving him a tight smile. It was a hard scene to watch earlier, they had all saw it and they felt bad for both teens. Peter turned sitting up to look at his mentor with a pleading look.

“Peter. We all know you like her and she obviously likes you to. Go for it. Take chances and go for it. Don’t wait like I did. I almost waited to long with Pepper. I waited to long when me and Pepper could have been together many many years ago. I almost lost my chance don’t lose yours. Go find her when they get back don’t wait till its to late.” Tony told the kid seriously. Not wanting him to repeat his mistakes.

He always thought y/n and Peter would be the perfect couple. They have a lot in common and what they don’t, well their opposites balance the other out. The Avengers have been trying to get them together since the two were introduced. Try to get Peter to make the move. But Y/n making a move like that today certainly helped. Peter being completely clueless does not help.

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Later when the girls came back Peter was waiting anxiously, bouncing his leg and biting his lip. He doesn’t know what he’s gonna say but he knows that if she’ll take him he’s gonna make her his. Seeing her exist the elevator, she looks happier than when she left but still not like her normal happy self. When they set down their stuff Peter let out a breath, stood up and walked over.

“Hey Peter whats-” Y/n started to question but got cut off when Peter got to her. He pulled her close by the waist the cupped her face, pulling Y/n into a kiss that has long been overdue.

“Woah” Y/n breathed out with a big smile forming on her face

“Yeah” Peter smiled having wanted to do that forever

“Do you wanna go to a movie or something Saturday?” Peter asked pulling her into his chest not wanting to let her go now that he has her.

“I thought you were busy with homework?” Y/n questioned giving him a confused look

“I can do it Sunday. I’m not waiting any longer”

“Waiting any longer for what?” Y/n tilted her head. She doesn’t understand what he means, but she can’t help the smile on her face at finailly being in the arms of her crush and him wanting her there as much as she wants to be there.

“For making us happen.” Peter stated pulling her closer, if even possible. Looking y/n lovingly in the eyes. Holding her close and having her be his finally and him be her’s, felt right.

Back by the hallway Tony saw everything and smiled happily for them.

No - Peter Parker

Peter Parker x Fem!reader

Tony Stark x daughter reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 355

Summary: Peter trying to convince Tony to let him date his daughter a.k.a the reader

Authors Note: so I wrote this before I saw ENDGAME so I didn’t know He ended up having a kid lol, p.s. the gif is just so cute lol

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“Mr.Stark please just listen” Peter asked following Tony up the stairs to his office.

“No” Tony stated

“But Mr.Stark-” Peter tryed again

“No” Tony stated again

“Can you just hear me out?” Peter begged trying to keep up with Tony

“Peter. NO.” Tony turned to him and made his answer clear

“But why not?!” Peter asked frustrated

“Peter-” Tony started but got cut off by Peter

“No. No, now you listen to me. Sir, please.” Peter started strong but felt his feeling his confidence fading a little. “Uh, ok. You won’t let me even ask you if I can date Y/n and you won’t even let me explain why I want to. You just either ignore me or flat out say no. I want to know why. Besides that fact that she’s your daughter.”

“Her being my daughter is the only reason I need! Peter look I like you, your a great kid and honestly, I think you two would be good together.” Tony explained before taking a deep breath. Then continued “but! If you two were to ever break up if I chose your side or keep contact with you she could see it as me choosing you over her. And as much as I wish I could choose both if that happened, I can’t. Would always choose my daughter's side.”

Peter sighed, he understood where Tony was coming from. But he had to try “Mr.Stark please, just give us a chance. Please, just give me and y/n a chance. I love her and she loves me. Please just give us a chance.”

Tony looked at Peter. He trusts him with Y/n’s life and his life. Maybe they wouldn’t have a bad break up if they ever do break up. But Tony thinks there is a possible chance there could be a wedding in the two’s future. “Fine. I just hope it doesn’t end badly if at all.” Tony sighed before entering his office.

Once Peter processed what Tony said he looked at the door to Mr.Starks office then smiled and fist bumped the air whisper-yelling “YESSSSS!”

Bracelet - Peter Parker (Part 1/2)

Peter x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 559

Summary: Peters worried about the reader when she’s going on a mission alone

Authors Note: this will have a part 2

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“You can’t be serious” Peter exclaimed chasing after Y/n as she got her weapons for a mission she’s about to go on. Alone.

“Well I am” Y/n responded putting her knives in their compartments. She couldn’t understand why Peter was freaking out ever since Fury came by asking her to take this mission.

“You could get hurt” he stressed, ready to pull his hair out. When Y/n looked up at him, she could see he was really worried about her going out on this mission.

“I know. Trust me.” she stood up straight looking right at him.

“I trust you, but I am aloud to be concerned.” Peter stated she could tell how serious he was about what he was saying when she saw he wasn’t smiling like usual.

“I know Peter, I know I could get hurt. It’s in the job description and yes you can be concerned. I love that you care about me and worry about me. But you got to let me do this. I mean you don’t really have a say but I do want you to be ok with it and I don’t want to fight about it.” Y/n nodded. She could relate to what he’s feeling, it’s how she feels when he does missions. Alone or not. Even if he is Spiderman.

“I’m trying. I know you can take care of yourself, I believe in you. Just be careful, ok?” he sighed feeling defeated. There was no way he was gonna get her to give the mission to someone else.

“I’ll be careful and if I need you I’ll press the button on the bracelet you gave me.” she smirked giving him a smug look. Peter never told her everything he added to the bracelet that he made for her, so hearing that she found out about a couple. Let’s just say he was nervous about her reaction.

“You- You know about that?” Peter looks at her sheepishly, scratching his neck.

“Yeah. I was admiring it and I found the sensor on the inside.” Y/n smiled loving how much he was embarrassed about her knowing the secret behind her gift.

“Can I just say that I only added those in the bracelet because I love you.” he stated giving her a small nervous smile.

“Peter, chill.” she laughed a little but felt bad for how nervous her boyfriend got.

“You’re not mad?” he asked looking at her worriedly.

“No. When I figured out what they were for...honstely I think it’s sweet. The button so if I need help you know and you can come help me. The sensor so if I’m hurt or something is wrong and I can’t push the button you’ll know an can send help or come find me.” Y/n softened her features. Honestly, she thought it was really sweet that Peter cared that much about her to add those things in.

Peter sighed in relief “Well I’m glad you’re not mad about it. And that was what I was thinking when I added those to the bracelet.”

“I’ll be back tonight, ok?” Y/n leaned upon her toes to kiss his cheek before having to leave towards the hanger.

Peter still couldn’t help but feel worry. He knows Y/n can handle herself but he still doesn’t want to see her hurt.

(to be continued)

Bracelet - Peter Parker (Part 2/2)

Peter x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 495

Summary: Reader hasn’t come back yet and Peter is worried

Authors Note: last part

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“Why isn’t she back yet?” Peter asked pacing

“Calm down-” Steve tried to help

“I’m not gonna calm down its almost noon and she said she’d be back last night.” Peter stressed

“Kid, I think you need to get some rest-” Tony tried to intervene. Knowing all the stress Peter was in isn’t good for him.

“I tryed. I can’t sleep, not with her out there and not knowing if she’s ok or not.” he sighed sitting down on the couch putting his head in her hands.

“Didn’t you put some stuff in the bracelet you gave her? You’d know if she wasn’t ok.” Clint suggested

“It could’ve fallen off” Peter mumbled

“Peter you showed it to us and I can tell you with that clasp it ain’t falling off.” Nat told the young boy. Resting her hand on his back, rubbing it trying to soothe him.

“It’ll be ok-” Peter tryed nodding, hoping their right.

“What’s that beeping?” Bucky asked, not meaning to have cut off the boy.

“She pushed the button! I need to go help her!” Peter jumped up, looking on his watch seeing the flashing alert. He connected the two. When he made the bracelet.

“We’ll come help.” Steve said standing up to

“Do you know where she is?” Tony asked

“I may have also put in a tracker in the bracelet. But she doesn’t know about that.” Peter mumbled, looking down at his feet biting his lip.

And with that, they all headed to the Quinn Jet.

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“Where is she?” Peter asked anyone and no one in particular, looking around all the rubble.

“Peter?” Y/n groaned weakly

“Y/n! Hey, oh thank God your ok.” Peter rushed over to where he heard her voice come from and so did the others.

“Well I’m alive I don’t know about ok” Y/n smiled at him the best she could

“What? What’s wrong?!” Peter instantly cupped her neck and held on to her shoulder, looking her over.

“Pete, relax ok. It’s not life-threatening. Just a couple cracked ribs, spranged ankle and I think my shoulders dislocated.” Y/n grabbed his wrist and squeezed it in reassurance.

“Oh sorry-” Peter apologized letting go of her shoulder

“No, not that shoulder.” Y/n shook her head

“I don’t want to hurt you.” Peter stated looking her over trying to figure out how to help her and not hurt more.

“You not Peter. Please, I could use your hugs right now.  Even if I’m not in pain.” she smiled at him, though it didn’t reach her eyes.

“Let’s get you home and fixed up.” Steve suggested after letting the two teens hug for a while.

“Peter why don’t you call your Aunt May and tell her you are going to stay at the tower tonight.” Tony told him. He could tell that Peter wouldn’t want to leave Y/n’s side. With her in this condition and the sooner he calls Aunt May the better.

Like Or Bond

by: @chloe-skywalker​

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Authors note: Some might not get or understand the title. I was meaning it like you could just like someone or you could bond with them and become even closer than just being friendly and liking the person but not having a real bond with them. / This is my first time making a picture to go with a story and its a short story. trying it out. I like the idea of doing it. I’ve made more for a couple other stories that I haven’t written yet but have ideas written down for. I like those more than I like this one but this was first attempt at making a really good one. So even though it’s not my favorite I do still very much like it. / I hope you guys enjoy the story.

Status: Completed

Parts:

Part 1

Part 2 

Part 3 

Part 4 

Add On’s/ One Shots:

~ Own Room

~ Call’s Nat Mom

~ Situation

feel free to request a add on 

I will be adding add-ons of one shots of parts that are mentioned but aren’t actually written yet. If you have an idea for one of them or if there something you’d like to see please message me or better put it in my inbox. (Post about this)

Like Or Bond - Bruce Banner ft. Natasha Romanoff

(Part 2/4)

Bruce x daughter reader

Natasha x fem!reader

Peter x fem!Reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,219

Summary: Bruce meets his daughter, plus you get to see some of the relationship between Peter and Y/n.

Requested: Hi I was wondering if I could request a Bruce Banner daughter reader fic where she is a teenager and he didn’t know about her and when they meet eachother him and Nat like her but she ends up bonding with Nat and they become like a family? Sorry if thats long or too complicated. Thank you! - @Anon

Authors Note: Thank you for requesting this! It wasn’t to long or complicated. It was nice to know how you wanted it to go. I know I wrote it in a way when you’re going to read this might not be expecting but I liked that it came out unlike what you’d probably see many imagines with the same for this request. I enjoyed writing it. I made it into 4 parts cause I kept adding and adding so it just kept going lol.

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“You excited today Bruce.” Tony asked clapping his hand together as Bruce entered the kitchen.

“Why would I be excited?” Banner asked

“Today’s the day your daughter comes to the tower.” Steve filled him in as the two sat down to eat lunch.

“It is?” Bruce asked looking around for confirmation.

“Yup” Tony smiled patting his back as he left the room.

“It’ll be ok.” Nat spoke softly rubbing her thumb over his knuckles.

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It had been a couple of weeks since Y/n had started her internship. Everyone kept finding reasons to go down to the lab. Basically to spy on the two teenagers. A couple of the others had joined in on the bet about the two. Were they dating? Or not? The two hid it very well when others were around.

But even though Y/n had been going to the Avengers tower for weeks Bruce had yet to say anything. They had spoken but he hadn’t told her yet. He was nervous to. 

“She’s beautiful.” Nat stated. All the Avengers had stopped by the labs sometime during the last couple of weeks. All of them wanting to meet Banner’s mystery daughter. Nat had been spending the most time with Y/n. The two got along well, but Nat was  curious as to why she had gotten to know and was bonding with Bruces daughter more than him.

“She looks a lot like her mother.” Bruce stated sitting down on their bed.

Nat smiled looking back at him. “She must have been gorgeous.”

“Nat-” Bruce started, shaking his head trying to find the words.

Nat stopped him before he could go on. Walking over to him, standing in between his legs moving to cup his cheeks. “It’s ok to call her beautiful. I know I’m not the first woman you’ve been with.”

Bruce smiled gratefully at her understanding. “She was beautiful. The last time I saw her she was gorgeous.”

“Have you talked to her yet?” Nat asked him curiously. If things worked out like Bruce had hoped Nat would like to also be apart of Y/n’s life.

“No.”

“Why not?” she tilted her head. He just kept psyching himself out.

“What do I say to her? Hi I’m your dad sorry you never knew me?” he said with a slightly frustrated tone.

“I wouldn’t start with that.” Nat responded biting back a smile. “Its ok to be nervous. I’m sure she will be to once she knows.”

Bruce sighed “I just don’t know what to say.”

“You’re a genius, I’m sure you’ll figure it out.” Nat told him confiding in him.

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“Hey, Pete can you pass me that?” Y/n asked him focused on finishing the specific piece of technology.

“Yeah, sure.” Peter nodded grabbing the utensil she has asked for. Then an idea popped into his head. “What do I get for it?”

Y/n turned her head to look at her long-time friend and boyfriend. Seeing the small smirk on his lips Y/n decided to play along. “You want something, Mr. Parker?”

Peter’s smirk turned into a wide smile. “Just a kiss.”

“Well that you can have.” Y/n smiled giggling as he rushed over to get his kiss.

“Mind if I interrupt?” Bruce asked walking into the lab, interpreting the two’s intimate moment. Maybe he should’ve contributed to the bet after all.

“No, not at all Doctor Banner.  Uhm, this is my friend Y/n.” Peter introduced the tow as they pulled away sheepishly.

“Nice to meet you.” Bruce smiled he hadn’t really talked to her one on one since she had started.

“Nice to meet you as well Doctor Banner.” Y/n nodded with a smile. She could feel her face heating up from being caught making out.

“Ummm, Peter. Think you could give me and y/n here a moment alone?” Bruce asked

“Y-yeah, yeah sure.” Peter nodded agreeing to give them some space. He could tell it must be serious by Dr. Banner’s face. Peter could also tell Y/n was now very nervous. “I won’t be far.” he stated under his breath so only she could hear. Peter leaned down to kiss her temple for reassurance.

“Did you need to talk to me about something?” y/n asked nervously after the door shut behind Peter.

“Yeah. Just probably not what you think.” Bruce answered grabbing the nearby desk chair. It’d be easier to have this conversation with both sitting down.

Y/n tilted her head. “I don’t understand.”

“Do you know who I am?” Bruce asked deciding to start with a simple question.

“Your Doctor Bruce Banner. Also known as the HULK.” Y/n answered, but she was alittle confused about the question. Wasn’t that obvious?

Bruce smiled letting out an airy laugh. Not exactly what he meant so he decided to reword. “Do you know who I am to you?”

“Uh, my superior?” she tried again raising a brow in question to what Bruce meant by his questions.

“No, no y/n. Ummm- wow I don’t know how to say this.” Bruce waved his hand, shaking them, that wasn’t what he meant. It was becoming more obvious to Bruce that she didn’t know about his and her’s relations.

“Take your time.” Y/n smiled at him. Waiting patiently for him to find the right words.

It took a while for Bruce to find the words to say what he wanted to say. But he did and he told her the truth. They sat there for a while, Y/n listened without interrupting. Once Bruce was finished he let her digest all of what he just said, waiting for her to ask him anything she wanted.

“So your my father?” y/n spoke more to herself than to anyone, trying to process the new information.

“Yeah.” Bruce confirmed, watching closely to see if he could find any clue as to how she felt about what he had just told her.

“An you didn’t know about me?” She asked with doe eyes looking up through her lashes.

Bruce shook his head giving her a sad smile. “No, I didn’t. If I had I would’ve been in your life somehow. But I also would’ve wanted to keep you safe and at the time not being anywhere near me would’ve been the safe option.”

Which was true around the time Y/n was born and growing up Bruce had just become the HULK and was trying to learn to control it. It would’ve been very dangerous to have a child around the HULK at that time.

“My mom never said who you were just that you were very smart and a good guy.” Y/n told him with a soft smile talking about her mom. Y/n then started to nervously ring her fingers together, nervous about asking her next question. And what his answer might be. “Could we possibly get to know eachother? Now that we know of the other?”

“I would like that.” he smiled. “Maybe we could get together and talk? You, me and your mom.”

Y/n looked down once he finished. She was happy about his answer but getting together with her mother, that would be kind of hard. “We kinda can’t.”

“Why not?” Bruce questioned with a tilt of his head.

“She’s dead.”

Avengers & Family - Peter Parker

(Christmas Eve Imagine)

Peter Parker x Stark reader (Fem!reader)

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,325

Summary: Y/n invites Peter and May to her dad’s Avengers only +Happy and Families Christmas party at the compound.

Authors Note: Merry Christmas Everyone hope you have a great night and day. Happy Holidays To Everyone!

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“How long till May get’s here?” Y/n asked laying on her side against peter’s chest on the couch.

“Should be soon.” Peter answered glancing at the clock. “Why?”

“I have something I want to ask the both of you.” Y/n told him nuzzling into his side and wrapping her arms tighter around his torso.

“What is it?” peter asked rubbing her back, curious as to what she’d have to ask him and Aunt May.

“I want to ask the two of you together.” she stated smiling at how his voice was holding back how curious she knew he was.

“Wha- Why won’t you just tell me?” Peter’s voice whined a bit. They always told eachother everything right away. Why wouldn’t she just tell him now.

“Cause I want to wait for May. It evolves her to.” Y/n explained trying not to laugh at her boyfriend.

Peter groaned throwing his head back against the back of the couch, staring up at the ceiling. “Now that’s all I’m gonna think about!”

Y/n giggled at his behavior. Peter’s not used to her withholding information from him. But what she wanted to ask the two involved both her boyfriend and his Aunt. So he’d have to wait.

The young couple tried to watch some TV, but Peter kept asking her to just tell him. Each time she told him he’d have to wait, laughing at his lack of patience. Luckily enough for him, May came home.

“Oh thank Go-Goodness!” peter yelled,changing the last word with a single look from his Aunt.

“Hi, May.” Y/n greeted May, all the while laughing at Peter’s reaction to his Aunt finally being home. Y/n moved to sit up on her own while Peter moved to also sit upright on the couch.

“Hello, Y/n and Peter?” May Greeted Y/n back, looking confused towards her nephew’s behavior.

“Now can you tell us?” Y/n turned to face Peter with raised eyebrows, amused and shocked. “What?” Peter asked not ashamed.

“She just got home. Why don’t we give her a minute.” Y/n suggested, trying to give May a mintue to relax.

“What’s wrong with him?” May asked pointing at her nephew as she came into the livingroom, sitting across from the pair in a chair.

Peter sat up fats at her question,pointing at Y/n. “She has been making me wait for 42 minutes!” 

“I wanted to ask the both of you something, together.” Y/n defended amused at her boyfriends’ actions.

With her words, Peter dramatically sighed falling back onto the couch next to Y/n. Both Y/n and May weren’t used to Peter being dramatic like this, but it was amusing.

“What’d you want to ask, sweetheart?” May spoke turning her attention to focus on the kind girl she had gotten to know over the last couple of years.

“My father is having a Christmas party. It’s just the Avengers and their families. I asked him if I could invite the two of you and he said he already planned on it.” Y/n told them smiling in hopes that May would say yes. 

“Can we go?” Peter asked after some silence.

“Yeah. we’d love to.” May nodded smiling.

Y/n’s face lit up at the fact that they would come. She was hoping that they would but she also would understand if they didn’t. Y/n knew from personal experience how intimidating her family could seem. “Yay! It’s casual, you both can even bring pajamas for later in the night as well. You both can sleepover as well.”

“Ok. Tell your father- Tony thank you for inviting us.” May thanked the very happy girl.

“I will.” she nodded with a big smile.

“Thanks, May.” Peter gave his Aunt a grateful look.

Peter stood up offering Y/n his hand, she took it and the two moved across the apartment towards Peter’s room. Before they completely entered his room Y/n stopped turning to look at may who was starting dinner. “Oh, Happy will be there too. Just FYI.” Y/n smirked at the blush that came across the older woman’s face.

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“Hey!” Y/n greeted running over towards the doorway, greeting May and Peter as they walked in. Hugging the both of them happily. “I’m so glad you both could make it.”

“Yes. It’s great to have you here with us May, Peter.” tony came up behind his daughter, also greeting the two. SMiling, glad that they indeed decided to come tonight.

“Thank you for having us, Mr.Stark.” May thanked the billionaire for having them. It has been just her and Peter for so long and it has been nice and enjoyable. But this could be the start of a new tradition. A nice one. A family.

“Tony, Please.” he told her waving off formalities. May gave a nod before Tony lead her more into the room with everyone else.

“Come on. I want to show you something.” Y/n smiled excitedly grabbing Peter’s hand. Dragging him off to look at all the distractions.

As the night went on it just got more fun. Everyone was joking and laughing with eachother. It was a comfortable setting. Tony had hired some of the best chefs in New York to make a bunch of food for everyone. An it was all delusions. Everyone had at least one gift to open around the tree that night, curiosity of Tony and Pepper. So everyone gathered around the Christmas tree to open presents. After presents, they all got seated around to watch some holiday movies, with the fire crackling in the background.

Peter and Y/n were cuddled up next to eachother on the floor in front of one of the couches. Y/n was leaning back between Bucky’s legs and peter between Bucky and Clint’s legs. Unlike her father Y/n and Bucky had gotten really close, practically like siblings and Clint had always been like an Uncle since he met the girl. It’s the father in him. Y/n angled her head up to whisper in Peter’s ear. “My dad has given May her own room for the night, right next to Happy’s.”

“What about me?” Peter asked pulling her closer by the waist.

“Well, you already have your own room here but dad said you could stay in mine. With me.” Y/n whispered in his ear, trying to be discreet.

“Really?” Peter’s voice was a tone of shock. Normally Tony Was very strict with them. Y/n being his daughter and all Tony is a very protective dad. Pepper had been trying to get him to lighten up on the young couple and maybe he was or it is just a Christmas miracle.

“He said no funny business and he’d make sure friday tells him if there is. But there won’t be. He trusts us more than he lets on.” Y/n nuzzled into Peter’s side. “Plus we’d never do anything with this many people in the compound. We’re both to loud for that.” she whispered smirking against his neck.

“And we don’t need to hear that.” Clint bent down between the to whisper as well, teasing the young adults.

“Agreed. And if we do hear anything I’ll never let either of you live it down.” Bucky added him and Clint smirking at eachother. Both adults enjoy teasing them.

Y/n and Peter laughed despite the teasing from the pair. Y/n lightly hit Bucky in the leg and shoved Clint’s. But despite that, they were smiling. Peter mirrored her facial expression before pulling her in for a kiss. “Merry Christmas, Y/n.”

“Merry Christmas peter.” Y/n smiled pulling him into a kiss. Of course, Clint and Bucky were making kissing noises behind them quietly so no one would notice. At least they were being discrete about it. Which the two appreciated. It was a very merry and enjoyable Christmas.

I Saw "Spiderman No Way Home"

Spoilers below⬇️

Okay so I saw "Spiderman No Way Home"

The sad parts were SAD 😢

The good parts were good

I loved how they kept the same villains

I loved how they brought in the other two Spidies

And I loved how they kept all the same actors!

I loved seeing the Spidies interacting with eachother!!!! I couldn't stop giggling it was awesome!

I expected the over all not happy ending cause Spiderman never gets an over all happy ending.

I HATE that he basically lost EVERYONE!

That sucked.

Although it has given me a few good ideas for some stories 😏🤫😉

So stay tuned......

Like Or Bond - Bruce Banner ft. Natasha Romanoff

(Part 4/4)

Bruce x daughter reader

Natasha x fem!reader

Peter x fem!Reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,389

Summary: It’s been months now and everyone’s become a family. But Nat wants to bond a bit more with the reader, which evolves a trip, where emotions are shared between the two.

Requested: Hi I was wondering if I could request a Bruce Banner daughter reader fic where she is a teenager and he didn’t know about her and when they meet eachother him and Nat like her but she ends up bonding with Nat and they become like a family? Sorry if thats long or too complicated. Thank you! - @Anon

Authors Note: this is a mini-series 4 parter. Thank you for requesting. In this chapter Nat and Y/n say some words to each other that both needed to let out and hear.

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It has been now months that Burce and Y/n have known about being related. Months of getting to know the other and bonding. The two turned out to really like eachother and get along well. But Y/n had also been spending a lot of time with Nat. The two definitely liked eachother but Bruce didn’t know how or if the two would bond. They seemed to be but Nat had already set plan’s with y/n to have that bonding experience. An both were very excited, all they had to do was pack.

Y/n had been sitting in her room trying to pick what to pack for an hour now. Peter had finally come home from checking around the neighborhood so to say. May had told him what Y/n was and has been doing since he left after dinner. Peter decided that he might need to go check in on her.

“Hmmm. Hello Mr.Parker.” Y/n giggled greeting him as he walked over to her.

“Hello Miss y/l/n - Banner.” peter smiled teasing her. Y/n had taken Bruces last name a week ago. Hiphnating of course but he had been there a lot over the last couple of months.

“I thought it was only right, ya know? He’s been there a lot recently.” Y/n smiled at him.

Peter nodded in agreement. “He has. I understand Y/n, trust me I do. You just won’t have those last names for to many more years is all.” he wiggled his eyebrows playfully.

Y/n blushed at his words like every time he mentioned marrying her. Y/n smirked up at him playfully. “You know Peter Parker if you talk about us getting married someday all the time, I’m going to be very disappointed if you don’t follow through.”

“Oh, I’m gonna follow through. No way am I not going to marry you someday.” Peter stated with a huge grin across his face.

“Well, I look forward to it.” Y/n bit her lip pulling in an already leaning down Peter for a deep kiss.

“Are you excited for your trip with Nat?” he asked having been wondering about that for a couple of days.

Y/n shook her head in a ‘yes’ moton trying to contain her excitement and nerves. “Yeah. We’ve bonded a little bit but I think Nat and I are both hoping this girls trip will bond us more.”

“I think it’s cool that you’re getting close with Nat.” Peter stated, first he gets close with his hero Mr.Stark and now his long time best friend and girlfriend is getting to get close to her hero Black Widow Natasha Romanoff.

Y/n smiled nodding, it was fun getting to be close with the Black widow. “I do to. I mean I have Aunt May but she is exactly that. She’s been like a Aunt to me my whole life and I even call her Aunt May. But with Nat-”

“Its different.” peter finished knowing already how Y/n was thinking and feeling.

“Yeah” Y/n agreed looking down.

“May knows that. It’s ok to talk about Nat. May knows it’s different with her. It’s ok.” Peter reassured

“I just feel bad.” she nodded with a shrug.

“You don’t have to.” Peter brushed back a few strands of her hair behind her ear.

Y/n nodded softly looking up into peter’s eyes. “I know. I’m just trying to get myself to believe it.”

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“You ready?” Natasha asked you as she walked into the Avengers compound.

“Yup. You?” Y/n nodded putting her hands into her pockets.

“Of course.” Nat nodded as well both with excitement in their eyes.

“You both heading out now?” Bruce asked entering the room as well. Most of all the Avengers were already in.

“Yes Bruce. An no you still can’t come.” Natasha rolled her eyes jokingly at his anxious behavior. They had been alone before just not for multiple days. Sleepover’s sure, girls night’s with Wanda as well. But not for days.

“We’ll be a fine dad. Jeez, don’t you trust us alone together?” Y/n added backing up the red-headed woman next to her. They had come together many times to mess with Bruce. But at that moment Bruce was still focusing on the fact she called him dad. Y/n had done it before but it still got him excited inside.

“I wouldn’t. They’re to much alike.” Clint spoke up from the kitchen

“It does spell trouble.” Tony agreed nodding along.

“Oh relax.” Nat rolled her eyes at them.

“Yeah, we’ll be fine.” Y/n crossed her arms over her chest.

After saying their farewells Natasha and Y/n head down to the garage, the car already fully packed up and ready for them. The two got into the car and headed off on their 2 week road trip.

They had been on the road for about 6 hours stopped for gas once and got lunch. Nat and Y/n had laughed, shared jokes, and sung to the radio. Both were having the time of their lives.

“Thank you for this Nat.” y/n said turning her head to look at the older woman driving.

“It’s no problem y/n/n. I enjoyed spending time with you.” Nat replied turning her head briefly to look at the young y/h/c-ed girl in the passenger’s seat.

“I enjoy spending time with you too.” Y/n smiled, happy that Natasha liked to spend time with her just as much.

Nat had noticed Y/n’s behavior the last week since they planned this trip. Y/n had been excited but Nat had picked up that a few days later there was an added emotion. Anxiousness. “If you ever need to talk about something- anything, I’m here for you.”

“Nat” Y/n spoke softly ringing her fingers in her lap watching the landscape pass by through the window.

“Hmmm” she hummed giving her a sign to continue and she was listening.

“Thank you. I know that my existence was a shock to my dad, and I’m sure to you as well. I’m sure it can’t have been easy on you. I mean-I’m also sure when you started dating Bruce you didn’t sign up to also help parent his kid.” y/n rambled, nerves obvious in her tone.

Nat pulled over the car to the side of the road. There were some things she needed to tell Y/n and some things they both needed to hear out loud.

“y/n. I may not have known about you, but neither did your father. Going into a relationship neither of us knew about you, and you didn’t know about us. We were all in the dark. But Y/n I wouldn’t change a thing.” Natasha reached over grabbing ahold of her hands. Facing the young girl giving her a smile with serious eyes. “I care about you. As if you were my own daughter. But I want you to know I in no way want you to think that I want or will try to replace your mom.”

Y/n smiled back having needed to hear all of what Natasha had said. But there was something else that Y/n needed to tell her, ask her and that Nat might need to hear as well.

“But, is it ok if I want to add you into my heart and life as my mom?” y/n asked looking up at her through her lashes. Not sure of what the ex-assians answer or thoughts might be so she continued. “I don’t want to replace my mom, and that’ll never happen. But she is gone and she would be ok with and want me to feel ok with calling someone else I find worthy of that title.”

“Of course you can.” Nat smiled a ginormous smile. That was so much more than Natasha could ever had hoped. Sure they had bonded, even more in the moment they just shared. But the relationship Y/n just asked to have with her was something Nat could only hope to have gained with the young girl.

This trip already had a great start to it. Natasha and Y/n leaned over the center counsel enveloping eachother into a tight hug that both really needed.

Alone - Peter Parker

Peter x Fem!reader Barnes

Warnings: sadness?

Word count: 676

Summary: After “No Way Home” and everyone having forgotten him, Peter had never felt more alone. Even if he knew it was the right choice. But maybe he doesn’t have to be all alone?

Authors Note: I want to do more like this one in the future.

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Peter had just gotten back from his job but it didn’t matter how often he was around people he still felt lonely. He had no one to share things with or reminisce with. No one who had any memory of him. It made it hard to do pretty much anything. As much as Peter knew it was the right choice having everyone forget him, for the greater good. It didn’t make it any easier.

Peter had dropped his backpack on the floor and flopped down on top of his bed. But it wasn’t more than a few minutes before there was a knocking on his door. Getting up to answer it opening the door Peter couldn’t help the shock that took over his face. “Y/n- I uhh mean. Can I help you miss?”

Y/n looked at him for a minute studying him before rolling her eyes at how he was pretending not to know her. Y/n pushed past him and entered his small studio apartment. “You are the hardest person to find.”

Peter shut and locked the door turning to face her. Peter stuttered out. “I-I don’t know-”

“Cut the crap, Peter Parker!” Y/n yelled out spinning around to face the brunette boy. She hadn’t seen him since before she left to help her dad and Sam fight the Flag Smashers. Then all of a sudden it was like he didn’t exist. “I wanna know why no one seems to know anything about you? It’s like you don’t and never have existed.”

Peter rushed over to her with a look of desperation and obviously trying not to get his hopes up. “Wait. You remember me?”

“Of course I do.” Y/n answered him with full on confusion. “Why does it seem like I’m the only one that does?”

So with that Peter went on to tell her everything exactly to a T what had happened. From being outed, colleges, to the other villains, trying to help them, the multiverse, the other Spiderman Peter Parkers, all the way to what he had to do to fix it all. Told her about saying goodbye, everything. “So, yeah.”

“Oh, Peter.” Y/n couldn’t help but look at him with sympathy.

“It was the only option.” Peter stated shrugging his shoulders but Y/n caught him wiping his eyes on his shoulder the best he could.

“No, no I get it I do. But Peter, now you what? Have no one?” Y/n’s question was rhetorical and Peter knew that but nodded anyway. Y/n understood being alone but even through everything that happened to her over the decades she still had some form of her dad with her. Even if he didn’t remember who she was they still had a connection HYDRA couldn’t break. Even without his memories they or hers they could both still sense a bond between them. Even if they themselves didn’t know what that bond was. She may have been alone but not completely. So she felt for the young man. He lost everything. “Even in HYDRA I still at least had my dad. One way or another.”

Y/n got up to move closer to Peter, sitting on his bed next to him. Y/n reached out and grabbed Peter's arm closest to her and put it in her lap. Hugging him close. “I heard about May. Peter, I’m sorry”

Peter squeezed her hand appreciating her gestures and comfort. “It's been hard. An I have no one to lean on or talk to. There’s literally no one who knows me anymore. I’m alone, completely alone.”

“Hey.” Y/n gently nudged her shoulder to his, giving him a soft smile. “You have me. I’m not going anywhere.”

Neither of them knew how Y/n remembered him but Y/n knew that she wasn’t going to leave him alone. Not for a long time. He needed someone and she understood that. “I promise.”

Peter smiled at Y/n gratefully. He couldn’t even express how much this meant to him. “Thanks, Y/n.”

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Support - Peter Parker

Peter x Fem!reader

Warnings: sadness?

Word count: 250

Summary: Comforting Peter after Tony died.

Authors Note: Kinda a little sad but I really liked this one. Short but I really like it and enjoyed writing it.

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It had been a hard few days but it made it all feel real today. Tony’s funeral was hard on everyone that came. Y/n knew Peter was gonna be one of the worst that took it to heart. He was so close with Tony it was to be expected. 

“I don’t know what to say, and even if I did I don’t believe I’d know the right words.” Y/n walked along the dock to where Peter was sitting at the end of. Dangling his feet off the edge. She approached him silently, she didn’t know what to say. But she wanted to try, or at least let him know she was there for him.

Peter reached out behind him for Y/n’s hand. Peter pulled her to sit down next to him. The pair sat in silence for a while before Peter eventually spoke.

“Thank you.” he spoke breaking the silence between them. Peter felt so lucky to have her in his life.

Y/n tilted her head in confusion, not knowing why he would be thanking her. “For what?”

Peter squeezed her hand that he was holding, he pulled gently to get her to move closer to him. So they were completely touching, he smiled at her gratefully. “Being here. Just being here.”

Y/n nodded smiling back at him and squeezing his hand back. Y/n leaned over a bit and kissed his suit clad shoulder. “I’ll support you through this Peter. Any way I can.”

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Both Lost Something - Peter Parker

Peter Parker x Fem!reader Stark

Warnings: mention of Tony’s death

Word count: 483

Summary: Peter & Y/n comforting each other after Tony’s death.

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“Are they going to be okay?” Sam asked out loud to the people around them as they all turned to look where Sam was looking. And there by the lake were the two teen’s most affected by Tony’s death.

“I sure hope so.” Steve sighed sadly as they watched Y/n and Peter from afar.

“At least they can lean on each other.” Bucky pointed out. He felt really bad for Y/n. She was always kind to him and while he was gone due to the snap Y/n had.

“He lost his mentor and she lot her father. Granted for the first 8 years of her life Tony was pretty absent. But once he became Iron Man he was there for her as much as he could be. Even canceling things to spend time with her.” Pepper told them with a watery smile as she watched the girl that became like a daughter to her.

“Peter lost his parents young. Then was moved into the custody of May and his uncle. But not long after his uncle passed. Tony was more than a mentor to him.” Happy added with a tight sad smile.

Sam shook his head, running a hand down his face. “These kids have been through enough.”

“Agreed.” Bucky nodded and it shocked Sam and Bucky that they agreed on something. Shocked the other’s as well, but not as much as normal considering the topic and they all knew Y/n was pretty close to Bucky. And they could all agree with Sam.

Over by the water down at the edge of the lake. Y/n and Peter stood together looking out towards the water. It was peaceful.

“I’m sorry, Peter.” Y/n said to him as she leant her head on his shoulder. Y/n knew her dad meant more to Peter than just a friend or mentor. So she knew it had to be hard for him.

“I’m sorry too, Y/n. He was your father.” Peter spoke, wrapping his arm around her shoulders to comfort her.

“He acted like one to you as well.” She squeezed his hand and nuzzled her head into his neck. “At least you knew the best version of him.” 

Peter grimaces a little. “I guess it sucks that he wasn’t always so close to you huh?”

Y/n nodded with a sad smile on her lips. “Yeah, it did. But he more than made up for it.”

Peter smiled at that. Knowing how good the father and daughter relationship had gotten over the years.

“I believe he loved you more than anything. You and Morgan.” Peter pointed out while placing a kiss on her temple.

“Me too. And I think you can include yourself in that as well. He saw you as a son.” Y/n sighs contently. They both turned their heads to look at each other with small smiles.

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Lover: Part 1

Peter was 16 when he met you, when he first saw you. He was 16 when he came across you in chemistry when he went to sit in his assigned seat, and instead of seeing Ned in the spot next to him, he saw you.

He approached the table slowly, almost cautiously. He didn't know if you weren’t quite aware that you were in his friends place, and he didn’t know what to say exactly. He had never seen you before, he didn't even know your name.

As he set his bag down on the table top, you whipped your head around to look at him. Peter had locked gazes with you, his deep brown eyes staring into much lighter ones. When you cracked a smile and opened your mouth to say something, Peter had leaned too far to the right, his weight on his book sent it crashing to the ground.

He got flustered and bent down to grab his book, stuttering and stumbling over his words. As he stood, he cleared his throat while setting his chemistry book down, again.

“Are you okay?” Your smile brightened as you laughed while attempting to speak, the mix of speech and your jovial voice, made Peter blush.

“Y-yeah. I'm good. Good.” He swallowed with minor difficulty, his eyebrows furrowing. “You’re uh…sitting in my friends seat though…”

Peter remembered watching you move your attention away from Peter, toward Ned and MJ, who were sitting across the class, together. He furrowed his eyebrows and looked back at his friends, and then you.

“I got told to sit here. It’s my first day.” When you spoke again, Peter glanced back down at you from where he stood.

“I'm Y/N.” You held out your hand, waiting for Peter to take it.

“P-Peter.” He shook your hand, dropping it almost too quickly. He stumbled to his seat in an uncouth manner.

“Nice to meet you Peter.” He watched you from the corner of his eye.

You were pretty, very pretty. Your eyes alone, had stolen his attention. He found himself wishing he didn't have to look away, but he didn't want to come across as creepy.

“Y-you too…”

Peter rolled over in his head, the sheets and blankets tangling around his legs as a low groan left his lips. He reached out and felt around his nightstand for the alarm clock resting on the wooden top.

When he felt the object beneath his palm, he turned the face, the numbers displayed on the clear, holographic screen were mocking him.

“Too early.” He fell onto his back, his right arm stretched over his eyes. He was not as morning person, since he met you, not since the two of you had begun a physical relationship.

“Too damn early.” Peter shift again, the mattress and bed frame groaning under his shifting weight. He had turned over to his side, his fingers giving at the sheets and empty space beside him, wishing and hoping that after 5 years, you would magically be there beside him.

He was 17 when he lost you. You had only been dating for a year, but in that year, Peter fell on love with you.

Deeply. Madly. Hopelessly.

“Good morning Peter. Would you like me to inform Miss Romanoff and Mr. Rogers that you are awake?” The voice of FRIDAY, the A.I. that Tony created and designed, echoed throughout the room.

“No.” Peter shoved his head under his pillow, closing his eyes once more.

As he started to drift in between sleep and reality, he fist the sheets in his hands, again. He bit the inside of his cheek hard enough to draw blood. Peter couldn't stop thinking about you, he couldn’t stop wishing that you were here.

He missed you, he missed aunt May. He missed the two most important people in his life with every breath, every beat of his heart. His aunt, who was more of a mother, and his one great love.

“I am sensing some distress. Do you need medical attention?” FRIDAY's voice echoed once again, Peter scoffed in response.

“No FRIDAY. I’m fine.” He slowly pulled himself out of the pillow and blanket barricade he had made, sitting up on his worn bed.

He ran his fingers through his brown hair, exhaling slowly. He glanced out of the window, the sun filtering through the pane of glass, catching the surface of a clear glass cube, a hideously odd sculpture you made out of clay in art class sitting inside.

You gave it to Peter as a joke, telling him that you made it with love, but in reality if he didn't want it, you'd trash it.

Peter kept it, despite your protests that it was trash. He even kept it in a glass display box, setting it on his shelf. It may have been hideous, and it may not have been something of value to you, but to Peter it was irreplaceable.

He remembered the way you presented it to him, with clay remnants on your face from something else you were working on. You had this pathetically odd little spider sculpture in your hand, a jokester gift for him. You didn't think he would keep it, and Peter didn't think you could get any damn cuter than you were in that moment.

Peter crawled out of bed and approached the clay sculpture, lifting the glass top from the bottom. He lift the clay spider creature from the glass and turned it over in his hands.

It had been 5 years since he got this, 5 years since he was able to see you, feel you. 5 years being told to move on because moving on would help heal his wounds.

“FRIDAY play the video from December 17th, 2017.” Peter clutched the spider as he sat down on his bed, the video he requested, displayed in front of him.

As he watched the video, the memories of the day hit him like a brick wall. He was told by Steve, and by everyone in those support groups Tony made him go to, that moving on was best.

Move on. Find someone new. Move on. Go on a few dates. Move on. Get a girlfriend.

How could Peter move on? How could he pretend like you weren't the woman he loved? How could he move on from Aunt May? How could he forget everything that had happened between you all?

How could he forget your first kiss? Your first date? How could Peter forget the first time you had sex? The first time you came together?

He was a kid, Steve would say. Peter was a 17 year old kid who didn't know what love really was. He didn’t have enough experience in the world to know what kind of love was worth drying for.

Peter knew. He knew and he felt it. He felt it with you. Peter knew that what he felt for you, the kind of love he felt, was the stuff of legends. The love he felt was powerful. The kind of love that would move mountains and part seas. Peter would never love anyone as much as he loved you.

Even if he was young when he felt it, he knew. Your love was the kind of love you only get to experience once in a lifetime. It the type of love that made his entire body feel like it came to life, made his heart flutter at the simplest smile or touch.

Peter couldn't move on. Steve couldn't move on from Bucky. Clint couldn’t move on from his wife and kids. Scott couldn’t move on from Hope.

You were it, you were the one. Peter couldn't just forget that.

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Hi. So I’m Ave. Obviously a new account that’s pretty much going to feature anything related to the amazing fictional character that is Peter Parker. Also the equally real life actor Tom Holland who portrays the character wonderfully. (Also basically anything MCU. And DCEU, I like both. I’m a selfish person) Anyway, I don’t really know how I wanna do this. I’m really motivated to write imagines about Peter, Tom, and the Spider-man: Homecoming cast/characters like other really talented writers here. So I’m gonna try it and if it doesn’t work out. Well...I’ll still write them for my own pleasure. So please, send request, I’ll also have a list of drabbles up as soon as I can. :)Thanks :) :)

Hi, I’m not dead, just been writing.

So I’ve been getting a lot of request and I’m really excited to write them. I planned to have them all posted by Wednesday, which is not happening, so I will be posting most of the imagines that got requested this coming weekend. I know that’s kinda far(for me i’m really impatient) but I need time to write them. Thank you so much to the people who have been requesting, I love you guys so much. :)

Um. Well hello there.

A new Au Story?

Okay um, I think I’m gonna start writing again. 

(Yes, I deleted my old imagines because those were inexplicably horrendous.) 

I have a decent Peter Parker AU story that I think (At least I hope) some people are going to like....It’s an Elite Spy Au...if anyone is interested...;) (Also like, I could change it Tom Holland, I don’t really know yet, message me what you think.)

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pairing: college!peter parker x college!Muslim!reader

summary: reader is peter's partner living across the world── literally, and this is what it's like to date him.

warnings: mentions of guilt tripping, 'if one more thing gets thrown at me I will have a breakdown', patience testing, spiraling mental health, fear of parents, lame sex jokes, slight angst, mostly fluff tho.

note: no gender specific pronouns used!! this oc is very personal 🌚 BUT I tried to make them as relatable as possible for everyone <3 enjoy!!

gifs are not mine I couldn't choose a Peter to think of while writing this 👩‍🦯

Catching a breath seemed impossible today with the amount of housework your mom seemed to have piled up for you, it was one task after the other and you couldn't even sit down for a break.

Your arm was sore from the amount of scrubbing and wiping you've done, your back is sore from how long you've been standing around the house and kitchen, and you were in dire need for a shower. And a well deserved nap.

By the time you were done, it was already 10pm and you were starting to get anxious, it's 2pm in New York, which meant that Peter is on his way home from college. You usually text him to make sure he got home safely but only call him when it's past 6pm for him, that's when he usually finishes patrol and starts doing his homework.

Your directly younger sibling was the only one that knew about Peter being your boyfriend, but they didn't know the things you knew about him. Like the fact that he's spider-man, or that he's a year or so older than you.

You took a minute to sit and hold your phone in the kitchen where you were supposed to grab a cup of water, instead you scrolled through your phone and texted Peter if he's made it home yet.

As soon as you pressed send, your mom walked in and your heart accelerated, without taking your eyes off of her your fingers worked from memory to hide your conversation with Peter and press into another with your best friend, who also happen to be somewhere in New York.

You texted them a quick hello as your mom raised a suspicious eyebrow, you only hummed in question and when she shook her head, you dropped yours, knowing that if you pretended any longer she will catch on to you.

Having a boyfriend was one of the biggest 'no-no's you could ever have from your parents. They always warned you about talking to strangers online but that created the best friendships you've ever had. You no longer connect with the kids from your college and not having friends have made you lonely── and not the good kind fo lonely. Having an online social life was the only escape you could have from your reality.

"Can I see your phone?" your mom asked, demanded actually, but she managed to mask it up as a request. "Why?" you asked, a slight whimper in your tone and you curse yourself. She will definitely be taking it now. "Just because, hand it over."

You knew that arguing will get you nowhere, and she might take it for longer than just a few hours, so with a silent sigh you pass her the phone after locking it, and she hides a smirk before walking out.

Privacy wasn't a thing anymore, you believe, every time you do the tiniest of things it has to mean you've done a scandal that will bring shame to the rest of your family, when truly it's just a skipped video or a text from a friend. You've grown scared to talk about certain topics with your non-Muslim friends in fear your parents (more likely your mom) to see those conversations and come up with her own wild assumption that you can't really defend yourself against because she's already made up her mind about you.

And it's so upsetting because you get to see your friends or these random people in your day-to-day life, and you get to hear about the amazing relationship that they have with their parent and it makes you so sad knowing that you can't have that. That you won't ever have that because sharing the simplest of details from your life with her will lead to a lecture and an argument and a long road of guilt trip that you're not ready to go down on, so you just keep your mouth shut and smile. It's how things are, it's how they always will be.

By midnight, you ask for your phone back from your dad. He's the only one who remotely listens to you and treats you like an adult; unlike your mom who's still thinks of you as a 16 years old child. "I have an online lecture at 10 tomorrow morning, you both will be at work, how am I supposed to attend?" was your excuse, and you weren't exactly lying.

Your dad sent you an exaggerated look tied to a tired sigh before disappearing into his room and coming back out a few minutes later with your phone in hand. He handed it over but kept a grip on it when you grabbed it, "you're a grown person, you know what's right and what's wrong, so please don't do anything stupid."

You simply nodded, unable to meet his eyes as you shuffled back to the room you share with your siblings. It was moments like these did you fear that you'd feel regret for dating Peter. He was and always will be the only genuine decision you've made that made you truly happy, and as awful as it sounds, some time he was the only reason why you'd get out of bed everyday. He might not know it, but Peter was a huge part of your life.

And you prayed whenever you could that you could have him one day, that you could hold him in your arms and get to call him yours, because he was the only thing keeping you together when things seem so out of control that you just want to crawl under a rock and disappear.

Peter was your salvation, he was your sweet getaway and he understood you like no other. Because even though he knew this thing between the two of you is not going to last forever, he's grown to love you regardless, and he wasn't afraid nor shy when he told you.

You were on the phone with him that day, you'd stayed on the phone with him all night and even as you slept, which was a huge risk seeing as your parents could've easily walked in on you in the phone with him, but when you woke up and found him still there, awake and admiring you through the screen, a volcano of butterflies erupted in your stomach and goosebumps rose on your skin.

His wonderful 'I love you' was so random you thought he was joking, but he repeated it again and again, with more force behind it every time, as if he's forcing you to believe him. But you were already in love with him too, and as much as it terrified you and told you to stop and run, you didn't. You said it back with just as much emotions, but you cried as soon as you hung up.

You cannot choice him over your religion, so it was only a matter of time before you two separated, and the idea of the amount of pain you'll have to go through clenched your heart unbearably, and you'd spend hours of the night crying, and your pillow has become your best friend as it heard your cries and witnessed your heartbreak before it actually happened.

The longer you're with him the painful this will be, and you knew that, but you still couldn't bring yourself to stay away from him because you knew, no one will ever come close to him. No one will ever compare.

It wasn't until 3am did you call Peter, the clock had just rolled around 7pm for him and you were certain he was home. Your phone rang, over and over again until it didn't, you didn't dare make a sound until you've heard Peter shuffle on the other end.

"Pete?"

At the sound of your voice, the boy let out an agonizing moan and then there was a grunt, heavy breathing and some more groans.

You pursed your lips, "Peter I swear if you're jerking off right now-"

Peter's camera opened, and it showed him on his bed with a gushing wound across his chest. The gasp that escaped you was unannounced, and you slammed a hand against your mouth to keep quiet. Your whole family was asleep, the last thing you need right now is someone waking up to you chatting with Peter.

"What happened? What the hell happened?" you hiss. He was still in his spider suit and you assume he just got home. Peter winces as he slips off his suit slowly, trying not to disturb his wound any more and not cause himself any kind of extra pain. "Just a bad run in with a gang, nothing I couldn't handle." he groans again and you're left to wonder if he's right.

"how deep is that? It looks deep. But you're still bleeding red which is good. I think you should head to a hospital Peter, please."

He shakes his head, "Too many questions, I'm just gonna stitch myself up."

You stare at him unbelievably, "Your organs could have been impacted, dumbass. You can't stitch yourself up with potential internal bleeding! Please go to the hospital or something, please? You could die!" your urgency for him to react or do something didn't affect him, and it pissed you off.

"Or I'll just call Gwen, she'll know what to do."

You clench your jaw at her mention, "she's not a doctor, Parker."

You never held anything against Gwen. Except for the fact that she's your boyfriend's ex and that she knows he's spider-man and that she gets to see him and touch him and be with him while you can't.

"She knows some medical stuff, it's better than nothing, right?"

You want him safe, so you mutter out a response and let him call her, then he came back to your call and laid back on his bed. The phone was set up against his desk and you had a clear view of his body.

He looks tired, sweat beads across his body and his hair a mess, he keeps grimacing every time he breathes too deeply and his hands had turned to fists holding onto his sheets.

You wished there was a way you could help him, he seemed to be in so much pain and you could cry at how desperate you were to help him. It was moments like these you wished you were there with him, holding his hand and brushing out his hair, doing whatever you could to make his pain better.

But then the door knocked, and Gwen walked in and she gasped, the she got to work. He keeps talking to her, following her instructions, and she keeps cursing him for his recklessness, then she says something that renders you silent.

"What would y/n think of you like this?"

Peter scoffs, "they're right there," he points at the phone across from them and Gwen only now notices, "they told me to go to the hospital but I called you instead. I was gonna stitch myself up."

"thank God you didn't."

Thirty minutes later, and he was all stitched and cleaned up thanks to Gwen, she leaves him to get dressed and make him some soup to help him heal faster and he sits on his desk, his head resting on the wood as he keeps his eyes on you.

It was dark in your room, he can make out the outline of your head hiding beneath the blanket, he can make out the placement of your eyes, nose and lips and it causes a tiresome smile to spread across his lips. "You're beautiful." he states.

You roll your eyes, "You can barely see me."

"I don't need to see you to tell you you're pretty."

Your heart warms, and you can feel yourself heat up under his gaze. He never fails to make you flutter and flustered, just listening to him talk gets you through the worst of moods and it doesn't matter what time it is, you will stay up for days if it meant you can have a few minutes long conversation at the end of it all.

"how was your day?" you ask, prompting him to start talking. Peter likes to rant, and you've always been a good listener, you'd sit back and hear him go on for hours about his classes or this new tech he's trying out for his suit, or the criminals he's come across that day or whatever sassy comebacks he's made. It doesn't matter what it is, as long as it's something to get your mind off of your day.

He seems to notice your dimmed mood though, because he shakes his head and lays it on his arm. He looks seconds away from passing out. "I always talk about my day first, you should tell me about yours this time, please?"

He sounds so pretty saying please. "I didn't have the best of days to be honest, I worked a lot, didn't eat until midnight I think, mom took my phone a few hours ago but I have a lecture in..." you trail off to look at the time on the corner of your screen, "seven hours so dad gave it back."

Peter furrows his eyebrows, an adorable crease forms between them and a soft frown on his lips. "Seven hours? What time is it?"

"three in the morning." you knew you were about to get yelled at, but you didn't care.

"Three?! y/n, baby, go to sleep. You need it if you want to stay awake through your lecture."

"I want to talk to you though, we haven't talked properly in a while." you whine and he purses his lips just as Gwen walks into his room with a bowl of warm soup. He thanks her and she instructs him to drink his soup before leaving, something about catching up on work or something. You didn't really pay attention.

"I'll make you a deal, alright? You go to sleep right now, and I promise to call you first as soon as I can tomorrow, yeah?"

"but you have four lectures tomorrow." it was a suitable argument and Peter rolls his eyes. "I don't care! I promise I'll call you, just please get some rest? You need it."

There's no getting out of this one, because you knew if you continue whining against his wishes he'll hang up the phone a d you're going to spend the rest of your night going through your instagram explore page, so you groaned and got comfortable on your bed, head still hiding underneath the blankets to keep your ears warm from the cold AC.

"will you sleep on the phone with me?" you're not the one to suggest this usually, and it's the only thing Peter needs to know that you've had a really rough day. Your voice was small, scared you might be rejected, but he only beams up at you. "Happily, just let me finish this soup so Gwen doesn't murder me."

When your life spirals out of control, or when you feel overwhelmed, you know Peter was there. Even if he's not here physically, he's always with you. And no matter what happens, you know you could always falls back on him and he'll hold you up, because that's what you do for each other. You're each other's escape, each other's joy and happy dreams, even if you don't last forever.

These midnight whispers are more than enough for you to feel loved and wanted, and you didn't want to feel that by anyone if it wasn't Peter.

INFINITELY YOU

part one // back at the beginning

SUMMARY - In every universe, Peter Parker seems destined to fall in love with you. And, in every universe, he realizes it too late. When universes collide and two of them are granted a second chance at rectifying their biggest mistake, neither of them are willing to let the opportunity go to waste–even if you end up not being the person they thought you were.

WARNINGS - 18+, story will contain mentions of blood, broken bones, weapons, suggestive language, and more. all versions of peter are between the ages of 19-23 in this story. I will try to update warnings accordingly for each chapter, but please read at your own discretion

WORD COUNT - 5.4k

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The world seemed to slip out from under you, fracturing beneath your feet and leaving you to sink into a deep, dark hole.  

It was quiet—so unbearably quiet—and the tension between you and your estranged friends had become so thick that you feared it would soon take form and seep into your lungs. Maybe that would be for the best, you thought, wondering if suffocating on your collective grief would somehow be easier than whatever came next.  

“Aunt May…” You sputtered, unable to force the words out. Shaking your head, you asked, “Are you sure?”  

God, what a stupid question. You almost wanted to slap yourself for asking something so mindless.

Ned’s lips pressed into a thin line, trying to swallow his own sorrow. “I wish we weren’t,” he said with a small, wistful chuckle, still too shocked to fully acknowledge the gravity of it all. “But… yeah, we’re sure. She’s… She’s gone.”  

Your heart sank, unable to think of the right string of words to form a reply.  

With your mind reeling, you couldn’t stop yourself from thinking that this was some sort of cruel joke–the kind where the punchline would never quite hit. But all it took was one look at the red-rimmed eyes and tear-stained cheeks of Ned and Mj to know that they were telling the truth.  

She was dead—Aunt May was dead.  

And, somehow, it seemed as though that wasn’t even the worst part of the mess your friends had gotten themselves in.  

“I know that it’s a lot to take in all at once,” Ned started back up, perhaps noticing the way the color seemed to drain from your face. “If you need me to go back over it or explain anything then I can-”  

You stopped listening to him, staring blankly at the doormat beneath their feet. They hadn’t even bothered to come inside your apartment, too panicked to waste any time before delving into the details about Doctor Strange and the multiverse and other Spider-Man’s.  

But honestly, you didn’t care about any of that.  

You didn’t care about string theory or whatever multiversal villains had apparently slipped into your world—because you couldn’t stop thinking about what Ned had said about how May died. It hurt to think about it, the shrapnel and debris that had torn her flesh, the glider that had punctured her side and left her bleeding out in Peter’s arms…  

Aunt May had died a horrific and brutal death, and you weren’t sure that there would ever be any way for you to come to terms with that.  

“Peter,” you finally spoke, fire raging in your eyes as you looked at Ned. “Where is Peter?”  

He spared Mj a sidelong glance, as if silently asking for her permission to answer. Frustration began to prick your skin, crawling up your spine as your stare turned harsh, offended that he didn’t just tell you outright. You knew that things between the four of you hadn’t ended well, but this… 

Mj crossed her arms, looking almost as frustrated as you were with Ned’s choice to look to her for permission, and decided to answer in his place.  

“Downstairs,” she told you, her tone purposefully clipped as a way to show that the wounds sustained in the downfall of your friendship had not yet healed–and you didn’t care, because you knew that yours hadn’t either.  

“Is he…” you trailed off, not sure how to say it. If May’s death had been so brutal, then God knows what kind of injuries Peter might’ve sustained in the fight?  

But you didn’t have to speak, because whether the two of you liked it or not, you had been friends—and she always knew what you were thinking. “He’s safe,” she told you, quelling your nerves just a little. A reluctant sigh slipped her lips, shaking her head as she added, “But he’s not okay.”  

You knew what she meant—physically Peter had survived the fight with this Goblin man that they had told you about, but mentally…  

You understood why she was hesitant to tell you about it, too. Of the three of you, there was only one that had ever been able to delve down into the depths of Peter’s trauma and help him claw his way back out of the gnawing pit that threatened to consume him—and it wasn’t either of them.  

And, just as Mj knew you, you knew her. 

She didn’t want you around Peter, not anymore—and so if she was willingly telling you that he wasn’t okay, then it meant that she knew how much he truly needed you right now.  

“You guys should’ve told me sooner,” you grit your teeth, desperately trying to bite back against the resentment rising in your throat. “You should’ve told me as soon as all of this started, instead of waiting until everything went to shit.”  

It wasn’t your intention to sound bitter, but that didn’t stop you from coming across that way. Ned recoiled from your tone like a blow, but you didn’t have it in you to feel guilty right now.  

They had been dealing with all of this multiversal crisis bullshit for nearly a week now—and yet none of them had thought to say a single word to you until now. And while you knew that your presence likely wouldn’t have changed the course of events that had unfolded, it still hurt.  

And it still made you angry.  

“What do you need me to do?” You asked after realizing that neither of them intended to respond to your sharp statement.  

“Well,” Ned started, nervously rubbing his sweaty palms against his khakis, “it’s gonna take us some time to figure out where the villains are hiding, and even longer to work out what to do with them. And, since these other Peter’s have dealt with these guys before, we could really use their help…”  

He trailed off, once again looking to Mj, this time to silently urge her to finish his sentence.  

She rolled her eyes. “We need you to let them stay here.”  

Your brows furrowed, glancing between the two of them as if once again waiting for some sort of punchline to hit. It didn’t.  

“It might take us a bit–a few weeks, maybe—to find all of them and stop them. And now that Happy’s complex was literally blown to pieces, we don’t have anywhere for the two of them to stay while they help out.” Mj tried to explain. She looked defeated when she said, “We didn’t know who else we could go to that would actually understand.”  

Understand.  

If you weren’t still reeling from everything they had just told you, then you probably would have laughed at the word. You would hardly say that you understood what was going on—but you knew what she was getting.  

Mj’s dad would hardly allow two random men to stay in his house with them, and Ned’s Lola probably wasn’t too keen on the idea either. With Happy’s place destroyed, they had nowhere left to turn.  

You weren’t sure how to feel now that you knew they had only come to you because you were their last choice.  

At the risk of aggravating Mj, you said, “I wanna talk to Peter.”  

“I don’t know if now’s a good time,” Mj swiftly shot back. “I told you that’s he’s not okay—”  

“But he’s here,” you stated, nodding your head towards the stairs somewhere behind them that led back down to the lobby. “And you’re insane if you think I’m gonna agree to let two random ass men stay in my house without at least knowing what his plan is.”  

Mj bristled at the harshness of your tone; and so did you.  

You weren’t used to this.  

Mj had been your friend for far longer than she had been whatever she was to you now, and neither of you were used to this—to your once special connection being reduced to nothing more than strained conversations and fractured feelings towards one another.  

“Fine,” Mj surrendered, her hands lifting slightly. “Do whatever you want.”  

It wasn’t until then that you realized that you had been waiting for her permission, even though you didn’t believe you truly needed it. Peter was your friend—and he had been your friend long before he even knew Mj. If you wanted to talk to him, then you had every right to.  

Yet you still hadn’t been able to will yourself to push between the two of them until she had spoken, side-stepping to let you pass. When you started descending the stairs to the lobby, you were shocked that neither she nor Ned followed, offering you a sense of privacy with Peter that you hadn’t expected—as if she still held some shred of trust in you.  

You didn’t want to think about it though, unsure of how you felt about that, too.  

Halfway down the dank stairway of your complex, you felt a shiver dance along your spine. It prickled your skin and set your nerves on edge, but it didn’t catch you off guard. You always felt this way when Peter was around—as if your body could always sense when he was around, even when you hadn’t yet seen him.  

The last step creaked when you placed your weight onto it, and from across the poorly maintained lobby, Peter’s neck snapped in your direction at the sound.  

It felt like ice skittered across your bones at the sight of him, your heart lurching against your ribcage.  

You had gotten used to seeing Peter battered and bruised years ago. Even before he became Spider-Man, he often found himself the victim of bullies and assholes, rarely going more than a few weeks without a busted lip or a new bruise. But this…  

This was different, somehow.  

It wasn’t just the blood-stained suit that set your heart racing, nor was it the lacerated skin or his sweat-matted hair. No, those things were normal—in the same way that being bitten by a radioactive spider was normal.  

It was even normal to see him standing before you, his chin high and shoulders back, presenting a perfect image of strength even after experiencing something as traumatic as losing May.  

Peter’s relationship with trauma had been intimate enough these past few years that you weren’t shocked to see him like this, standing tall rather than balling up and crying on the floor. You figured that was what most others would do if they were in his situation.  

But Peter wasn’t like other people.  

Peter was a hero—and if you had learned anything about heroes in your lifetime, it was that they were incredible liars.  

His eyes couldn't lie, though.

Bloodshot and ringed with exhaustion, his eyes were what had made you feel so sick, your stomach twisting itself into knots.  

They lacked the life and hope of the boy you had loved so dearly, replaced with something like rage—a pure, unbridled and unrelenting type of rage. Looking at him now you couldn’t ignore the burning talon that seemed to rake against your mind, filling your brain with thoughts you didn’t want to think right now—telling you that looking at Peter now, with the light draining from his eyes, was the same as looking in a mirror.  

“Peter,” a metallic tang danced on your tongue as you dug your teeth into your cheek, biting back against the tears threatening to well-up in your eyes.  

Letting your instincts guide you, you rushed across the lobby to where he stood by the front door, reaching for his hand without a second thought.  

His suit had been torn along his palm, and as you felt the warmth radiating from his calloused skin, you tried to take some comfort in the fact that at least he had survived—even if you still weren’t ready to accept that May hadn’t.  

“Don’t,” He yanked his hand back from you, his voice hoarse. “Don’t say you’re sorry.”  

You froze for half a heartbeat, your hand hanging awkwardly in-between the two of you. “I wasn’t going to.”  

You weren’t sure if you were telling the truth, but it didn’t seem to matter either way.  

Either way, you tried to understand his reaction, even as you winced from the sting of rejection. What good would an apology really do for a boy who had already lost everything?  

It wouldn’t bring the light back to his eyes.  

It wouldn’t bring May back to life.  

“Ned told me everything,” you told him, unwilling or unable to say Mj’s name right now. You clenched and unclenched your fists, painfully aware of the absence of his warmth. “You know I’ll do anything I can to help, so just tell me what needs to be done and I’ll do it.”  

Peter scoffed, his jaw tensing. “We both know that what I want doesn’t matter,” he said bluntly. Motioning to your surroundings, he continued, “If what I wanted mattered, then we wouldn’t even be here. We wouldn’t be asking for your help—wouldn’t be dragging another person into this and asking them to risk their life!”  

You did your best not to react, knowing that he hadn’t meant it quite as bad as it sounded. It already hurt knowing that you had been Mj and Ned’s last choice for help, but knowing that Peter didn’t want you to be a choice at all hurt far worse—even if it was to keep you safe.  

“Well, you’re here now,” you told him, keeping your voice steady. “So you might as well tell me what your plan is—or at least tell me how long I’ll need to play bunkmates with strangers.”  

You were lying when you had told Mj and Ned that you needed to talk to Peter before agreeing to let the alternate Spider-Men stay in your apartment—you didn’t care about housing with strangers, aware that there was nothing they could do to you that you haven't endured before.  

Selfishly, you had just wanted a reason to come down and talk to him. To see him. To know that he was alive. You didn’t care about anything else.  

Sometimes you worried that you didn’t even care about your own life, only Peter’s.  

But Peter cared about your life—far more than you would ever want him to.  

“My plan doesn’t matter,” he said, his tone clipped, “cause I don’t want you getting involved. And I definitely don’t want you to let those guys stay here, alright? We don’t know them.”  

You steeled yourself, resisting the urge to argue with him and instead asking a simple question. “Do you have anywhere else for them to go?”  

He didn’t respond, huffing out a breath, already frustrated with the defiance he knew you were about to display.  

“You might not want my help, but if Ned’s right–” you told him, gesturing backwards towards the staircase, “–which he usually is—then you’re gonna need these guys.”  

“But that doesn’t mean we need you,” Peter protested gruffly.  

Your chest tightened, but you kept shoving back against the hurt. Later, you would deal with that later.  

“It doesn’t matter if you need me,” you retorted with a defiant tilt of your chin, unwavering as his rageful gaze seemed to pierce through your skull, “because you’re stuck with me either way.”  

You hadn’t expected the statement to affect him, but it did, his voice softening slightly. “I always have been.”  

“Exactly. So you might as well make this easy on the both of us and not fight me on it,” you declared, trying to conjure up the most convincing smile you could offer. “Let me help, Peter.”  

A sigh slipped his lips, heavy with reluctant resignation as he realized he wasn’t winning this battle. “We’ve already lost so many people… I’ve lost so many people. And there’s already enough blood on my hands,” he said, lifting his hands to display the torn, blood-stained fabric, driving his point home. “It doesn’t matter what I say—so let them stay here or don’t, I don’t care. But just know that whatever happens to you, it’s not on me. Because I told you to stay out of it, alright?”  

He took a step closer, and you didn’t dare move a single muscle as his lips hovered just inches from your own. “Do whatever you want,” his voice was barely a whisper, laced with a venomous edge that nearly made you tremble, “but don’t expect me to come running to save you when it all goes to shit.”  

His words hung in the air like a curse, lingering in the lobby for far longer than he did. As soon as the promise had left his lips, he was already turning on his heel and shoving the door open, abandoning you in the dim space.  

You knew better than to think he meant it.  

But knowing didn’t make it hurt any less.  

You stuck your hands beneath the running faucet, scrubbing the blood from a jagged cut on your palm. It wasn’t all that deep, shallow enough that it probably wouldn't even leave a scar once healed. When you were done rinsing it, you cupped your hands and gathered the water in them, splashing your reddened cheeks.  

Crying would have been a normal part of grieving for May, and when you forced yourself to look back at your reflection in the bathroom mirror, you couldn’t help but wish that you could’ve been a little more normal.  

But tears hadn’t been the cause of your flushed appearance—no, because you had never been very good at expressing the more delicate emotions, like sadness.  

You were good at expressing anger, though.  

You were very good at expressing anger.  

After Peter had stormed out of the lobby and abandoned you to choke on his cruel promise, it had taken you several minutes to work up the nerve to go back upstairs and face Mj and Ned. By some stroke of luck you had managed to keep a tight leash on your often volatile attitude, telling them your decision to let the other Peter’s stay with you.  

And then you lost control as soon as they left, loosening the reins on your anger and taking the uncomfortable feelings out on a nearby potted plant, shouting curses as you tossed it at the wall.  

By the time you thought to clean it up, after finishing another string of irate profanities, your hands had been shaking so bad that you cut yourself on one of the dirt-covered shards. And maybe, once you felt the jagged ceramic dig into your palm, you should’ve hissed or cursed more or stopped cleaning to patch yourself up.  

But you didn’t. You stayed quiet, continuing to pluck the shattered fragments off the floor until you had gotten them all, dumping them into the trash before grabbing the broom and dustpan and cleaning the dirt and scattered leaves, too.  

There were more important things to deal with than cleaning a dirty wound.  

Like making sure none of your friends could see that you weren’t nearly as composed as you tried to seem.  

The familiar rhythmic rapping of Mj’s knuckles against the front door made you forgo the bandage you were going to fix to your palm, tossing the rag you’d used to dry your face into the sink and heading straight to the living room.  

Carefully shoving your injured hand into your pocket, you opened the door and tried not to look surprised when Peter wasn’t standing in-between Mj and Ned. Of course he hadn’t come with them—why would he? He had already made it clear how he felt about all of this.  

It did become significantly harder to mask your shock however when a tall, messy haired boy stepped into view from behind them, clad in a crimson and cobalt webbed suit.  

“Get inside,” you hissed a bit harsher than intended, stepping aside and waving the three of them into your apartment.  

The last thing you needed was your neighbors seeing an unmasked, alternate version of Spider-Man standing in front of your door. It had already been risky enough that Peter had come here in his suit, standing in the lobby and sticking out like a sore thumb.  

Once they were inside, you shut the door and turned to Ned. “I thought you said there were two of them,” you noted, avoiding looking at the lanky Spider-Man who seemed just as desperate to avoid you, busying himself with walking around the room and studying the art on the walls.  

Ned shrugged. “He didn’t wanna come.”  

“Not that he didn’t want to come,” Mj pointedly corrected him, frowning at his bluntness. “He just wanted to keep patrolling. The Goblin, the one who…” she cut herself off, unable to force the words off her tongue. Scrapping the sentence altogether, she started again, “The Goblin’s from his world, so he seemed to think that he had the best chance of hunting him down. But we gave him the address.”  

You didn’t bother giving her an actual response, a subtle nod the only sign you had heard her at all. She didn’t seem to care much, just as unsure of what to say to you as you were to her.  

“So,” Ned clicked his tongue, trying to cut through the growing tension. “This is Peter 3!” He announced, gesturing to the other Peter, who was picking up a frame that had been face down on an end table. “That’s what we’re calling him, at least. Y’know, to tell them apart. The other one is Peter 2.”  

You gave him a tight-lipped smile. “Creative.”  

Done dawdling over Ned and Mj, you forced yourself to look at the un-masked hero from another world. He was placing the frame back onto the table—not face down, as he had found it, but up-right. You frowned at the photograph it displayed, a picture of you, Ned, Mj, and Peter from sometime last year.  

“You’re awfully nosy,” you told him, your voice like ice.  

His muscles tensed, hesitating as he faced your gaze. “Sorry,”  

His voice was slightly deeper than Peter’s, his hair a shade or two darker, his features a bit less soft, but still noticeably young, putting him in his early twenties at most. Truthfully, if it weren’t for the suit he was wearing, you would’ve never guessed that he was supposed to be the Peter Parker of another world.  

You had expected him to be more… Peter-like, in appearance, and yet as far as you could tell the resemblances were very slight, if they even existed at all.  

The mannerisms were there, though. The subtleties of Peter Parker, the things that most people never noticed and yet were ingrained in your mind. He licked his lips, a nervous tic that left you always carrying chapstick in your pocket. His hands hung at his sides and you saw the way his thumb tapped against each of his fingers, starting with his index and ending with his pinky, only to start over again.  

Watching him, taking note of every familiar twitch and tic and habit, made something in your chest tighten.  

And, when you told him your name, it was as if your icy tone had melted altogether. “It’s nice to meet you.”  

For a moment you thought he wouldn’t respond, his throat bobbing as he swallowed roughly, eyes darting around the room. But then, suddenly, he gave you a weak smile. “You too.” A trace of amusement laced his response, too subtle for you to detect.  

“We’ve gotta go,” Ned suddenly spoke, jutting a thumb towards the door. “Peter’s waiting outside so he can make sure we get home safe, but-” he stopped, brows furrowing as considered whether he should finish. “But text us later, okay? Just to let us know that you’re okay.”  

Your heart stuttered at the mention of Peter’s name, at knowing that he actually had come—even if it hadn’t been for you—but you didn’t mention it.  

Instead, you focused on Ned, giving your sweet friend the kindest smile you could muster—which, admittedly, didn’t feel like much. Despite everything that had happened with your friends in the past few months, your fight had never been with Ned. He was just caught in the middle, unfairly forced to pick sides.  

And you couldn’t bring yourself to be mad at him for picking Peter. Not when you knew that you would’ve done the same.  

“I will,” you promised.  

Ned gave you an equally somber smile before opening the door to leave. Even once Ned was in the hall, already descending the staircase, Mj lingered in the entryway—not for long, a heartbeat, maybe—turning back towards you just long enough to mutter, “Keep your guard up.”  

You didn’t have a chance to say anything back to her before she let the door slam shut, following quickly after Ned and leaving you alone with… this guy.  

The other Peter had abandoned his spot by the end table, seemingly done with investigating your apartment and left to do nothing but stand awkwardly a few feet away from you, clearly unsure of what to do or say now that it was just the two of you.  

“So,” you breathed out, popping your lips. “Peter 3, yeah? Good name. You go by that back home, too?”  

He laughed, a suit-clad hand nervously rising to the back of his neck. “Uh–yeah, no, definitely not. Just plain ole’ Peter Parker over there.”  

The nervous energy radiating from the boy almost seemed contagious as you started to pick at your nails. “Do you have a nickname?”  

He blinked, looking as if he hadn’t heard a word you said. “Sorry, what?”  

“A nickname,” you repeated, only for your brows to then furrow. “You have those where you’re from, don’t you? Nicknames? Like, you know, something you go by other than your actual name?”  

“Oh! Yes—sorry, yes we have nicknames in my world,” he exclaimed, his pale skin starting to flush.  

“I just thought that this whole numerical system thing that Ned’s going with to keep track of who’s who seems a little dehumanizing, yeah?”  

“For sure,” he agreed, sucking on his lip as he nodded along with you.  

You gave him a second, waiting and waiting for an answer to your apparently long-forgotten question, before asking, “So… Do you have one?”  

The slight blush that had tinged his skin instantly darkened, suddenly the same shade of crimson as his suit. His grip on the back of his neck tightened, too, his fingertips prodding into his own skin.  

“Sorry-” he apologized for the millionth time, more nervous laughter spilling out alongside it, “I do! I mean, sort of, I think. I don’t know if it’s really a nickname, but back in my world you really just called me by my last name most of the time anyway, so–I don’t know—maybe that would work?”  

The sheer quantity of word vomit spewing from his mouth was impressive and likely hard-to-follow for most, but you consider yourself a bit of an expert in the anxious ramblings of Peter Parker.  

“In your world?” You echoed, instantly catching the subtle mention. “We know each other?”  

Maybe it shouldn’t have been shocking to learn that there were other versions of you throughout the multiverse as well, and yet it was. You figured that it was plausible, of course, considering that two variations of Peter had just been thrown into your world, but for some reason it just didn’t feel right.  

You reasoned that anyone would feel that way, though.  

“Yeah,” the boy, Parker, answered, a bit clipped. “We do.”  

“Interesting.” Your brows lifted, “Are we friends?”  

Parker scrunched his nose, his head tilting slightly.  

“Yeah,” his voice was an octave higher than before, and if you knew him better, then you likely would’ve called him on the obvious tell. But you didn’t know him, and so you didn’t say anything when he decided to double-down on the lie, “Yeah, we’re friends.”  

“Well I guess that means that this is just as weird for you as it is for me, then.” You laughed, trying to add some humor to the situation.  

Parker gave a tightlipped smile. “Definitely weird.”  

The seconds felt like they stretched into minutes after that, silently racking your brain for something to say, hoping that he might say something—but, eventually, you settled on offering an escape from the situation instead.  

“You’re probably exhausted from the whole multiversal travel thing, so if you want, I can just show you the guest room and give you some privacy or something,” you told him, vaguely gesturing towards the hallway.  

Parker seemed to relax a bit at the prospect of being alone, loosing a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. “Uhm–yeah, that’d be great, actually.”  

He followed you down the short hall, his hand finally falling from his neck and his skin returning to its normal complexion as his nerves began to wane.  

“This is it,” you told him, the hinges crying out as you shoved the door open. “It’s not much, but it’s somewhere to sleep, at least.”  

Wasn’t much felt like an understatement, though the room was typical for a New York apartment.  

A tad bigger than your average shoebox, there was just enough space to fit a full-sized bed, a small armoire, and a single nightstand adorned with an old desk lamp and a little pink teddy bear—a gift from Peter, years ago.  

Parker walked into the room, looking around and brushing his fingertips against the emerald quilt. It was a bit old and somewhat thin, but it was better than nothing you supposed, and Parker certainly didn’t seem like he was going to complain about it.  

“It’s great,” he assured you, and even though he did sound genuine, you couldn’t help but snort. He looked over at where you still stood in the doorway, giving you a timid smile as he said, “Way better than sleeping on the streets.”  

You returned the gesture, lazily lifting a shoulder. “We’ll see if you still feel that way in the morning. That mattress is about a hundred years old, so it’s probably the equivalent of sleeping on really lumpy cement.”  

Parker hummed his amusement, carefully perching on the edge of the bed, his smile seeming to deepen when he caught sight of the little bear on the nightstand.  

“I guess I’ll let you get some sleep,” you told him, reaching for the door handle, “if you need anything—extra blankets, or something—just let me know; my room’s right across the hall.”  

He muttered his thanks, but as you went to pull the door closed, you heard your name fall from his lips. It was strange sounding, strangled and foreign, like he didn’t quite know how to say it. When you turned back to face him, a subtle wince seemed to etch across his face.  

“Can I… Can I ask you something?” Parker stammered out the question, his voice faltering like a candle flame in the wind.  

You nodded once, fingers still wrapped around the knob, savoring the coolness of the brass against the now-clotted wound on your palm.

He took a breath, his gaze momentarily flickering back to the teddy bear on the nightstand. His thoughts felt heavy on his tongue as he tried to force them out of his mouth, “Are you happy?”  

You blinked at him, unsure of what to make of the hope that seemed to cling to each syllable and half-wondering if you’d heard him right.  

“I-” you tried to start, only to realize that you had no clue what to say.  

There was a fleeting moment where you realized that you could tell him the truth. You could tell him that happiness felt like a distant shore far from your reach, forever obscured by the fiery tempest of a brutal and ancient rage—a rage that, sometimes, didn’t even feel like your own.  

But then he looked at you with those big, expectant eyes; eyes that should have been foreign to you, and yet felt so familiar—and you realized that he wouldn’t like that answer.  

Sucking in a breath, you evaded his question as best you could. “Ask me again when all of this is over,” you told him, your lips curving into a soft, playful arc, “and maybe I’ll tell you the truth.”  

This time when you went to close the door, he didn’t stop you.  

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a/n - i wish that i could properly express just how amazing (and terrifying) it has been to rewrite this story. first created at quite possibly the lowest point of my life, infinitely you has provided me with a necessary escape at a time when i desperately needed it. now that i'm in a better position, i found it necessary to give it the plot, writing style, and dedication that it deserved. i'm aware some people might not be interested in a rewrite and that's ok, but for those that are i just wanna say: thank you, thank you, thank you for giving infinitely you (and me) another shot. you're incredible.

if anyone would like to be added to the tag list, just let me know! as of right now, chapters will be posted every other monday, though i may switch that to weekly soon!

part two, titled "crullers & constants", to be released april 1st

What I Write For

When requesting:

Please remember to be polite and patient when requesting. I don’t do them in order, I don’t care how many times you put in the request. If your request doesn’t follow my guide-lines I will decline it or do the best I can to give you what you’d like. I will write drabbles, I might get carried away with the idea though. You are allowed to send in prompts, gifs, images or a song that you’d like to base the writing off of. You may request multiple things at once.

I write Head Cannons as well

No-No’s:

I write for all genders and race! (I don't know much about culture)

I do not write lemon or smut

I do not write romantic age gap

I write in English (Yes, I actually had to put this in)

I will only write for the fandoms listed below

No swearing

No romantic family relationships

Types of relationships I write (Reader):

Poly

Femlash

Het

Slash

Family

Friend

Cargo 

AU’s I write for (Let me know if you have one and I’ll see if I can write it):

High School AU

Body Swap AU

Coffee Shop AU

De-Age Au

Going back in time AU

Future AU

Enemies to lovers AU

Childhood friends AU

Yandere AU

Marvel: Who I write for

X Readers:

Natasha Romanoff

Tony Stark

Steve Rogers

Peggy Carter

Peter Parker

Sam Wilson

Carol Danvers

Bruce Banner

Michelle “MJ” Jones

Gamora

Nebula

Peter Quill

Rocket

Goose (Yes, I write for the raccoon so why not the cat?)

Clint Barton

Stephen Strange

Ned Leeds

May Parker

Pepper Potts

Loki Friggason

Bucky Barnes

Yelena Belova

Maria Hill

Daisy Johnson (I haven’t finished Agents of SHIELD yet, please keep that in mind)

Jemma Simmons (I haven’t finished Agents of SHIELD yet, please keep that in mind)

Hope Van Dyne

Scott Lang

Cassie Lang

Wanda Maximoff

Pietro Maximoff

Gwen Stacy

Miles Morales

Darcy Lewis

May Parker

Ships:

Clintasha (Clint Baton x Natasha Romanoff)

Gwiles (Gwen Stacy x Miles Morales)

Stucky/Starbucks (Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes)

Scarlet Vision (Vision x Wanda Maximoff)

Spideychelle (Peter Parker x Michelle “MJ” Jones)

Pepperony (Pepper Potts x Tony Stark)

Black-Pepper (Natasha Romanoff x Pepper Potts)

IronStrange (Tony Stark x Stephen Strange)

IronDad (Father Tony Stark)

SpiderDad (Father Peter B. Parker)

Brutasha (Bruce Banner x Natasha Romanoff)

Bruce (Thor Odinson x Bruce Banner)

Mama Spider (Mother Natasha Romanoff)

Science Bros (Tony Stark x Bruce Banner)

Stony (Steve Rogers x Tony Stark)

Aunt Peggy (Peggy Carter x Tony Stark {Family})

FitzSimmons/Science Twins/Science Babies (Leo Fitz x Jemma Simmons)

CoulSkye (Phil Coulson x Daisy Johnson {Family})

Mayson/Phillinda (Phil Coulson x Melinda May)

Maysy (Daisy Johnson x Melinda May {Family})

Skimmons/BioQuake/SkyJem (Daisy Johnson x Jimma Simmons)

BlackTie (Natasha Romanoff x Phil Coulson {Family})

Romanrogers (Natasha Romanoff x Steve Rogers)

Winterprincess (Bucky Barnes x Shuri {Friends})

Bowtie (Clint Barton x Phil Coulson {Family})

Capsicoul (Steve Rogers x Phil Coulson {Fangirling Coulson})

IronHusbands (Tony Stark x James “Rhodey” Rhodes)

Winter Falcon (Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes)

SHIELD Wives (Natasha Romanoff x Maria Hill)

ScienceShocks (Darcy Lewis x Jane Foster)

Snow Bird (Clint Barton x Loki Friggason)

Sifki (Lady Sif x Loki Friggason)

All Caps (Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers)

Barbershop Quartet (Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff)

Black Bowtie (Natasha Romanoff x Clint Barton x Phil Coulson {Family})

The Avengers Fam (Original 6 Avengers {Family})

Anwin (Edward Jarvis x Ana Jarvis)

Black Thunder (Natasha Romanoff x Thor Odinson {Family})

LangDyne (Scott Lang x Hope Van Dyne)

Science Teens (Peter Paker x Shuri {Friends})

StarMora (Peter Quill x Gamora)

Bucket (Rocket Raccoon x Bucky Barnes {Friends})

Interwebs (Ned Leeds x Peter Parker {Friends})

Agent Widow (Peggy Carter x Natasha Romanoff)

Nebora (Nebula x Gamora {Sisters})

FOS (Michelle “MJ” Jones x Peter Parker x Ned Leeds {Friends})

World War Threesome (Peggy Carter x Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes)

Jeggy (Edward Jarvis x Peggy Carter {Friends})

Supreme Family (Peter Parker x Tony Stark x Stephen Strange {Family})

CarterWood (Dottie Underwood x Peggy Carter)

Michelle Jones x Shuri

May Parker x Michelle Jones {Family}

The Good Doctor: Who I Write For

X readers:

Claire Browne x Reader

Morgan Reznick x Reader

Audrey Lim x Reader

Ships:

Breznick/Clairgan (Claire Browne x Morgan Reznick)

Audrey Lim x Claire Browne

Morgan Reznick x Alex Park (Only like best friends, sorry)

9-1-1: Who I Write For

X readers:

Maddie Buckley x Reader

Ships:

Buddie (Eddie Diaz x Evan Buckley)

Mama Athena (Athena being a mother to the 118)

Dad Bobby (Bobby being a father to the 118)

Buckies (Buckley sibling bonding)

The 118 as a huge family (with Karen, Athena, May, Michael, Harry, Maddie, etc)