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Hey I loved your "becoming a stark" and love your "being a stark" series. You are a very talented writer and are fixing my broken Tony heart bit by bit. (still missing Nat tho). Could you pretty please tag me on any further chapters of "Being a stark"? 💕

I would love to, however I completely forgot to continue posting here, so there’s actually many more chapters on my AO3 profile like at least 5 right now, but I’m working on the next one too!

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Uranus

Pairing: Peter Parker x Avengers!Reader

Synopsis: you fix Peters science project while he’s out on a date with another girl

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You walked by Peter’s room and paused in the doorway. The empty bedroom reminded you of where he was tonight and it send a sick feeling down to your stomach. The scent of his cologne lingered in the air as you looked at all the discarded outfits he had left on his bed.

“I’m not cleaning his stupid room.” You decided and walked away. You were barely halfway down the hallway when you turned and sprinted back to his room to start to put things away. You knew it wasn’t your job to take care of him but you simply couldn’t stop yourself from tidying up. You assumed he’d be getting back late from where he was and probably wouldn’t want to clean up all his clothes just to get into his bed. As you folded a pair of his jeans, you looked up into his vanity mirror and sighed.

“You’re so pathetic.” You told yourself through a groan.

“Stop talking to yourself.” Your reflection replied and pointed at you with a scathing finger. You jumped and looked down to see your finger was pointed as well.

“Right.” You mumbled and left his room.

You then went into the living room and saw Peter’s science project sitting on the couch. He had been building a model of the solar system for weeks now for his astronomy class with a little help from you here and there. All you did was hold pieces together after he glued them but he still insisted that he could not have done it without you. You smiled at the memory of the two of you working on it together and picked it up.

“Why would he leave it where someone could sit on it?” You sighed and moved it to the bar counter in the kitchen. You left the living room to use the bathroom just as Thor was entering the room. He stepped onto a bar stool with ease and took a seat on the counter to eat the apple he had taken from a lunchbox labeled “Sam’s: do not touch”. He munched his apple for a moment before feeling something digging into his back. He sat up a little and pulled a small ball out from under him that was painted to look like Mercury.

“Hm. Thats strange. I don’t remember putting that up there.” Thor frowned as he rolled the planet between his fingers. You walked back into the living room and smiled at Thor until you saw what he was holding. Your heart stopped at the same time your feet did and you let out a dramatic gasp that sent you into a coughing fit.

“Thor!” You exclaimed. “You just destroyed Peter’s science project!”

“These tiny colorful balls were his science project? What was it on? Tiny colorful balls?” Thor asked as he stood up to look at the science project he had completed crushed.

“No. It was a model of the solar system. And you just crushed it. How did you not feel that when you sat down?” You whined as more parts of the project fell from Thors jeans and back into the counter.

“Lady Y/n, you must be mistaken. I’ve seen the solar system with my own eyes. And then I had my eye cut out. And then I had my eye replaced and saw the solar system again. Peters little balls looked nothing like it.” Thor told you, making you roll your eyes up to the ceiling and stamp your feet like a little kid.

“I don’t care about your optic history.” You groaned. “Peter’s been working on it for weeks and your giant butt just crushed it in seconds.”

“Thank you. I eat a lot of yams to get these yams.” Thor smiled at the presumed compliment and patted his thigh. You watched him for a moment before letting out a deep sigh.

“Okay.” You was all you could stay in your effort to remain calm.

“I don’t see what all the petulance is about. If he formed one solar system out of tiny colorful balls, surely he can do it again. All the pieces are right here.” Thor pointed out.

“Yes, but that doesn’t erase the fact that you ruined the project he spent weeks working on. He’s gonna be devastated when he sees this. And who taught you the word “petulance”? Have you been watching The Twilight Zone again? I don’t know why you do that. It always scares you.”

“Never you mind.” He wagged a finger. “I do feel bad for the boy. I’ll collect the tiny balls since it was my behind that crushed them and then Peter can glue them back together.”

“He can’t. It’s due tomorrow and right now he’s on…I don’t know. He’s just busy and he can’t fix it tonight.” You sighed and started to collect the scattered pieces of the project.

“Busy doing what? You’re here and his small balls were finished. What else could the boy be doing?” Thor wondered. You paused for a moment and felt that sick feeling in your stomach again.

“He’s on a date.” You said for the first time out loud since Peter told you his plans for the evening. You’d been quietly stewing all day over it and letting it settle in a massive dark cloud over your head.

“Well I’m sure the man he’s with will be understanding that he has to come home to fix his balls.” Thor told you.

“Stop saying balls!” You scolded. “And the date is with a girl, for your information. A very pretty girl from our business class who smells like a vanilla and my broken dreams.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, Lady Y/n. I never knew why but I know that small boy means a lot to you.” Thor said sympathetically and put his hand on your shoulder. You gave him a sympathetic smile and patted his hand.

“Seems like a lot of things are broken tonight.” Thor continued. “Your dreams, Peters balls-“

“Say balls one more time.” You said through clenched teeth.

“Or what? You’ll stab me?” Thor challenged you.

“What? No. Jesus Christ. Who hurt you?” You mumbled and pushed his hand off your shoulder.

“My brother. And then he hurt me again. And then my sister hurt me. And then my brother once more before he died before my eyes. Enough about me, why are your dreams broken?”

“It’s complicated.” You sighed. “Can I tell you something personal?”.

“No.” Thor replied and left the room without another word. You shrugged in defeat and wondered why you even bothered.

“Well that was a fine howdy do.” You mumbled and finished collecting the pieces. You laid out all the broken bits of Peter’s project on the kitchen counter and folded your arms. It would be a lot of work for Peter and you had no idea what hour he’d be getting back. As much as you hated the idea of him being on a date, you more so hated the thought of him coming home happy and his smile falling when he saw what had become of all his hard work.

“I need to fix these balls.” You whispered to yourself. You grabbed Saturn and one it’s broken rings and started to see how you could glue them back together.

“No. I can’t do this.” You said out loud. “I can’t fix every little thing in Peter’s life just to make him happy. I’m not his girlfriend. I’m not the one he asked on a date. I’m just a friend.”

You put the pieces down and folded your arms to keep your hands off it. You knew you should walk away, but you couldn’t stop thinking about all the nights you walked past his room and saw him working on the project. He’d put so much effort into it and now it was in pieces on the counter.

“A girlfriend would spend the next few hours working on a project that has no impact on me just to save Peter the trouble. A good friend would feel bad that his work got destroyed and offer condolences when he got home. And I’m a good friend. Not a girlfriend. It’s not my problem. So I’m walking away.” You decided and left the room. You lasted all of three minutes before you ran back into the room with a tube of crazy glue.

“I gotta fix the balls.” You exclaimed and plopped yourself down at the table. Once you organized all the planets and parts of the solar system, you went to Peter’s room to get the sketched out drawing he had made of the project to use as a blueprint. You silently thanked Peter for being so meticulous and followed his sketch to rebuild his project.

Time went by slowly but your hands cramped up quickly as you worked on the model. It was around the time you glued on Saturns 30th moon, you understood why it took Peter so long to complete the project. All the moons and planets looked the same to you so you had to carefully study his drawings and rely on your memory of when you helped him with the project to guide you as you worked. You had to stop every so often to rub your eyes and roll out your wrists to keep them from getting stiff.

You drifted off into sleep at some point when staring at Jupiters moons became a little too mind numbingly boring. Peter got back from his date about midnight and strolled past you on his way to his room. He backtracked when he realized you were asleep at the table and frowned. His completed science project was beside you, save for one missing moon next to Jupiter. His eyebrows knit together in confusion over the sight so he gently shook you awake.

“Hey. You awake?” He asked in a soft tone as he shook your shoulders. You shot up immediately and nearly knocked your head into his.

“I’m not snoring.” You blurted as you pulled the hair that was stuck to your cheek away.

“I know.” He chuckled. “What are you doing here? Why is Ganymede stuck to your face?”

“Why is what?” You asked through a yawn. Peter smiled and pulled the missing moon off your cheek and held it out to show you.

“Ganymede. The largest moon in the solar system.” He told you and put it in its correct spot on the model.

“There is no way you saw a random gray ball stuck to my face and correctly identified it as Gammy meme.” You insisted.

“Ganymede.” He corrected. “And I only know because I labeled them. See?”

Peter pulled the moon back off to show you a tiny G written on the bottom with the word “Jupiter” in parentheses beside it.

“They’re labeled?” You nearly shouted. “Well that would’ve been helpful four hours ago.”

“Four hours? That’s how long you’ve been here? What happened?” Peter frowned and took a seat beside you. You gave him a sheepish smile and looked at the model.

“I’m sorry, Peter. Thor sat on your project by accident.” You admitted. “I’ve been putting it back together ever since. I think I got most of it the way you had it but I never found Pluto. I honestly think it went up his ass and he just didn’t realize.”

“You spent four hours fixing my project?” He asked with a surprised smile.

“Of course I did. I know how hard you worked on this. I didn’t want you to have to start all over.” You told him. He gave you a fond smile and placed his hand on top of yours. Your eyes flicked to your hands and you gulped but said nothing.

“I really appreciate this but you really didn’t have to do this. You should have called me. I could’ve come home and fixed it myself.”

“But I knew you were really excited about tonight. I didn’t want to interrupt your date.” You said without looking at him.

“Well that was very selfless of you. And I hate to tell you this after all the work you did, but the date was bad. I would’ve loved an excuse to leave.” He admitted, making you smile involuntarily.

“It was bad?” You asked and quickly cleared your throat to cover up your smile.

“Woah. Don’t sound too happy.” He snorted.

“What?” You asked in a high pitched voice. “I’m not. Why would that make me happy? But please elaborate anyway.”

“It was bad.” He grimaced. “Like, season 6 of Glee level bad.”

“That bad?” You gasped. “So many forgettable characters. So many odd couple choices.”

“They sang Let it Go. They worked Let it Go from Frozen into the plot and made them sing it.” Peter shook his head.

“That was not the worst for me. The worst was when Mr. Shue rapped Same Love. They let the straight adult rap a song about being gay when the entire cast of queer young people were right there. And wasn’t there a child in the club for some reason? And twins who were lowkey dating?”

“Yep. All of that. And yet, my date was still worse.” He shrugged. You looked down at your lap and smiled a little before quickly dropping it.

“It was that bad, huh?” You asked and tried not to sound too interested.

“So bad.” He sighed. “She was a great girl, don’t get me wrong. We just had no connection whatsoever. She didn’t laugh at any of my jokes and then there were a few times where I thought she was joking so I laughed but she didn’t and then we sat in awkward silence.”

“That’s the worst. I hate awkward silence. I once pretended to forgot the word for “seatbelt” just to keep a conversation going with an uber driver. I kept calling it a strap on.”

“Wait, is that not what a strap on is?” Peter played dumb. “Should we Google it to make sure?”

“Shut up.” You rolled your eyes. “Keep going. I want to hear more about this awful date with the girl you’ll never see again.”

“There was just no spark. We realized pretty quickly that we didn’t have anything in common. At one point, she asked me if Star Wars was the “movie with the things you can’t feed after midnight”. So I don’t foresee a second date.”

“Wow. She had to have a serious lack of knowledge about two major huge pop culture movies to ask that question.”

“I know. I told her yes and she believed me.” Peter replied, making you laugh. He laughed as well over how ridiculous the whole night had been before stopping to look at you. When your laughter died down and you realized he was staring at you, you smiled shyly and looked over at the project to avoid eye contact.

“Well, I’m sorry it didn’t go well.” You told him. “Maybe the next girl will understand you more.”

“Yeah. I hope so.” He said in a soft voice and never stopped looking at you.

“You’ll have better luck next time. To be honest, I thought the date was doomed as soon as you told me you were going for sushi. You hate raw fish.”

“Because I’m not a seagull.”

“Because you’re not a seagull, yeah.” You laughed. “I think of that every time I eat sushi. I’m no better than those damn seagulls.”

“Don’t say that. You’re way better. A seagull would not have done all this for me.” Peter insisted and gestured to the project. You looked over at the solar system you had given too many hours of your life too and smiled as you realized something.

“I had to fix it. I didn’t want you to be stressed.”

“But didn’t this stress you out? Designing this thing gave me gray hair and premature menopause.” Peter replied, making you laugh softly.

“A little.” You admitted. “But I felt better when I remembered why I was doing it.”

“Why were you doing it?”

“Because I’d do anything for you, Peter.” You said simply. You watched his ears turn pink and he turned his head so that you wouldn’t see his smile.

“I’d do anything for you too, you know.” He said in a quiet voice.

“Careful.” You warned him. “You already owe me big time for fixing this unnecessarily detailed solar system. If you tell me you’d do anything for me, you’re really at my mercy.”

“Uh oh. Sounds dangerous.” He laughed softly. You shared another moment of eye contact and smiled softly at each other.

“It’s late. We should probably get to bed.” You suggested.

“You’re right. Thank you again for this.” Peter said and picked up the project. You didn’t know if you were sleep deprived or delirious from working on the project all night but you felt compelled to share every secret you had with Peter.

“Honestly, Peter, I was happy to do this stupid science project because it kept me from thinking about you on your date.” You told him as you got up and rubbed your tired eyes.

“Really? Why didn’t you want to think about that?”

“Because whenever I did think about you on your date, I wanted to throw up.” You admitted. “And then rip out my hair. And then eat my hair and throw it back up. And then kill my self or something.”

“Well,” Peter said slowly, “I see your urge to rip your hair out and raise you the fact that I only said yes to this date because she wears the same perfume as you. And I needed a night off from staring at the ceiling and thinking about what would happen if I just told you how I felt.”

You stopped mid yawn and gave him a confused look. His eyes were darting everywhere except for your eyes and you could see the rosy glow on his cheeks even in the dim light of the kitchen.

“Oh? And how do you feel?” You wondered and crossed your arms. Peter gulped before sitting up straight in his chair.

“I don’t know. Why did me being on a date make you so upset?” He challenged you. You narrowed your eyes at him and he looked nervous but didn’t back down.

“I asked you first.” You shrugged.

“Well I asked you second.” He replied. “And as Aristotle or whoever once said, first is the worst. Second is the best. Third is the one with the hairy chest.”

“Ew, what?” You grimaced. “It’s treasure chest. Third is the one with the treasure chest.”

“That makes no sense. Why would a person in third place, the very last place, be rewarded with a treasure chest? They’re the loser so they get a hairy chest. Now that’s sensical.”

“No it’s not.” You scoffed. “It makes even less sense. If I come in third place, does that mean my chest will grow hair? Or does it mean I will be given a torso with a hairy chest? Or, hear me out, does it imply that my chest is already hairy. And that’s why I came in third.”

“You did what in third?” Peter mumbled.

“Shut up. Can we get back to what we were talking about?”

“You’re right. We should go to sleep.” Peter said and tried to walk past you. You placed a hand on his shoulder to keep him in place and he gulped.

“Hold up.” You told him. “I’m cashing in that favor you owe me right now. We gotta talk. Sit back down.”

“I’m sat.” Peter said quietly and sat back down in his seat. You pulled your chair up to be across from him and sat down as well.

“I’m going to ask you again and I don’t want to hear another single reference to chests or placement.” You prefaced. “How do you feel?”

Peter scratched the back of his head to spare some time because he knew he was caught. He suddenly got a shy smile on his face suddenly and looked over at his project.

“Can I show you something?” He asked you as he pulled the sun off the center of the project.

“Dude.” You sighed. “I just glued that.”

“I know. And I’ll fix it. But look.” He said and turned the sun over. You looked at him in confusion and leaned forward to see what he was talking about. On the bottom of the sun in Peter’s hand writing were your first and last initials.

“My initials? Why? You smiled in surprise and looked up at him.

“Because the solar system revolves around the sun.” He explained. “But my solar system revolves around you.”

You stayed quiet as he put the sun back on the model and took your hand. A look of skepticism stayed on your face as he looked into your eyes.

“I know I do a good job of hiding it. But there is a piece of you in everything I do.” He said. “There always has been. This was just one of my more obvious ones.”

“Wow.” You said after a beat. “I really should’ve looked at the bottom of these.”

“Yeah. You should’ve.” He laughed and leaned in a little.

“Yeah. I should’ve.” You cracked a smile and leaned in as well. You stared into big brown eyes for a second and decided this was the last night you and Peter were just friends.

“Can I ask you one more thing?”

“Is it about the solar system?”

“No.” You rolled your eyes. “Did you kiss her tonight?”

“I don’t know. Ask me that question again one minute from now.” Peter said as he closed the gap between you and kissed you. You wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer since you’d been waiting for this for a while. And it was everything you imagined it would be. When the kiss started to heat up, Peter slipped an arm around you and picked you up with ease. He hastily placed you down on the counter and you jumped apart when you heard a crunching sound.

You pulled out of the kiss and looked down to see that Peter had placed you directly on top of the science project that you had just spent hours fixing. You both stared at the scattered pieces in stunned silence for a moment before he gave you a sheepish smile. You didn’t smile back and instead stared daggers at him while trying to explode his head using your mind.

“I can fix it?” He said through a nervous laugh. You held your hands up in defeat and hopped off the counter without a word.

“What? That’s how this night ends? Come on.” Peter whined and followed you as you left the room and continued your silent treatment towards him.

“You’re seriously going to walk away after that? We had something going there. Don’t go now.” He whined some more and trotted after you like a puppy.

“Go get something going with the planets I spent the last four hours glueing back together.” You grumbled and held up your middle finger for him to see as he trailed after you.

“Come on.” He half laughed, half groaned. “You can’t send me to bed after a kiss like that. We need to at least talk about it. Let’s go back and…” Peter trailed off when you passed his bedroom and he caught a glimpse of his clean floor.

“Wait, did you clean my room too?” He asked, knowing he had left it a mess before he left for the date. You froze in your tracks for a moment but decided to keep the upper hand instead of admitting to Peter that you were so down bad that you had in fact cleaned his room.

“I don’t know. I don’t have all the answers, Peter. Goodnight.” You said and slammed your door in his face. He barely had time to react before you opened your door back up and grabbed a fistful of his shirt.

“Get your ass in here, loser.”

“Don’t you mean get your anus in here? Because it sounds like Uranus?” He said with a proud smile. You stared him dead in the eyes and didn’t crack even a hint of smile.

“Do you want to come in here or not?”

“I already unzipped my pants, yeah.” He admitted as he dashed through your bedroom door.

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Least Favorite Only Child (2)- Peter Parker x Own Character

Triggers for this chapter: Eating disorder talk, physical abuse, self harm referenced but not depicted. If I missed any triggers let me know and I will update this.

Normally, lab time with Peter means conversations that are nonstop, ideas flying around the room, and just Peter being well Peter. But today there’s silence as Peter stares at the screen. It’s…. Unnerving. Peter’s never this quiet. Something has to be running through his mind, hundred of miles an hour, for him to not be his normal talkative self, Tony can’t help but realize. They work in silence until Peter finally speaks.

“Mr. Stark, if you knew someone was in trouble, would you help them?”

“You remember that we’re superheroes, correct?”

“This isn’t a superhero type problem though. It’s an adult type problem.” Tony set’s the screwdriver down and gives the teenager his full attention.

“What’s going on?”

“There’s this girl I go to school with, Charlie— Charlotte, I think she’s in a bad situation. Her mom sets off my spidey senses, but like Charlie wears really baggy clothes to school every day but I saw her walking from school a few weeks ago and had Karen take vitals and then again like today, because I like to make sure she gets home safe you know because she’s my friend, and she’s dropped a lot of weight in a short amount of time. ‘Concerning amounts’ Karen said. She also came to school today with like all her hair cut off. She tried to hide it under a beanie. But when people tried to tell her it looked cool, she looked uncomfortable about it, like it wasn’t her decision. And I think the other day I saw marks on her arm when her sweatshirt, like she wears these sweatshirts all year round, the sleeve pulled up when she was reaching for something. I worry she’s going to hurt herself and her mom doesn’t seem to care and she doesn’t really have anyone else and…” Peter trails off for a moment, collecting his thoughts before saying, “she deserves so much better.” 

Tony knows he should do something. Peter clearly cares for this girl. And from the sounds of it, this is truly an adult problem. A sixteen year old can’t step in if Charlie is dealing with an abusive parent type situation. 

He and Steve could step in. He should talk to Steve. His husband and him had always talked about adopting at some point, or looking into a surrogate. But somewhere in his mind, the only kid he had ever thought of as “his'' was Peter. So if this was the most he could do to help make him happy, he would do it. But he needs more information, if he’s going to bring this to Steve. “When you say marks…?”

“I only saw them for a second, but there were all sorts. Bruises, these marks that looked almost like burn marks from something small, and thin cuts, some newer, some healed over.” That’s definitely concerning. That sounds like someone is hurting the girl and she’s hurting herself possibly. 

“You stay here and keep working on that. I’m going to make some calls ok?” Tony makes his way towards the door before turning back to Peter. “What’s her name again?”

“Charlie— Charlotte Latimer.”

Tony nods. “I’ll be back.”

Climbing up the stairs, Tony tries to collect his thoughts. He’s not sure what to say to his husband. But he knows they have to do something. Captain America and Iron Man can’t not do something. No-- Steve and Tony can’t not do anything.

 Steve is exactly where Tony expected to find him, sitting on the couch with a book, one of the books he called “his old friends”— the authors who had been publishing when he went under the ice. He looks up when Tony enters the room. 

“Finished with Peter already?” He glances at the watch on his wrist. “You’ve only been down there for thirty minutes.”

“We have a problem.”

“Avenger problem?”

“No, but a problem that you and I can help with.”

“What’s going on?” 

“Peter has this friend, this girl he has a crush on if I had to take a guess. But he’s concerned for her wellbeing. From the sounds of it, it might be an abusive parent situation, on top of a possible self harm situation.”

“That still sounds like something the Avengers could help with.” Tony thinks about it for a second. His husband isn’t wrong, but the Avengers can’t be breaking down the door of every bad parent in the city. 

“I was thinking more like, we apply for an emergency foster parent license and try to get her out of the house. Call the cops, all that jazz.” Tony watches the minute changes in Steve’s face. He wants to help, save the little guy and all of that, but also Captain America is there trying to see the overall plan.

“What all do we know?”

“Losing weight rapidly, a concerning amount in a short amount of time according to Karen, burn marks on her arm that sound like cigarette burns, self harm cuts possibly, bruises on her arms and who knows where else, she came to school with her hair all cut off today, seemed really uncomfortable about it, you know saying it wasn’t her choice, wears long sleeves all year round. That’s all I got from Peter.”

“But all of that could be simply self harm and eating disorders. There’s nothing to say that’s definitely her parents. But maybe, we do some research, we spend some time looking into this. And figure out the next best step. Before we run in and blow our cover.” Tony knows that Steve wants to do the right thing but also wants to protect this girl. “Maybe picking up Peter from school the next few days would be a good option?”

“You read my mind.” Tony knew his husband would have a solution. It’s one of the many reasons he loves him.

“But Tony, if it's a situation where she isn’t in an abusive situation, you know there’s not really anything we can do right?” Steve knows his husband and knows he likes to try and take control of situations that he can’t.

“I know.”

“And you’ll be able to just walk away?” Tony shrugs, not really giving an answer.

“We’ll find out if we get there. Right now, I’m following Peter’s spidey senses about the mom.”

“What do you mean?” Tony realizes he never mentioned that.

“Apparently Peter’s senses go off when she’s around? He didn’t go super in depth about it, but you know Peter. He doesn’t feel like that about just anyone. I trust him.”

“I know you do. But he’s also a kid who wants to see the best in everyone. If this is a crush, he might just feel too deeply for her that he would rather imagine anyone but her hurting herself.”

“He can’t fake spidey senses.” Tony argues lightly. 

“I’m not disagreeing. I’m just pointing out that he might be a bit biased.” Steve is trying to keep Tony level headed on this, but he can see that Tony is already pretty set on this. “But… maybe while we start researching her life, we also start the applications for foster care as well? Then… if god forbid the situation is what we think it is, we can do more than just get her out of there?”

Tony places a kiss on his husband’s lips. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me until we actually do something.” Steve says, rolling his eyes.

The next day though, it’s easy to see why Peter was concerned about this girl. Even walking out of the building next to Peter, she looks terrified. “She really is skinny.” Steve comments. “Like me before the serum skinny.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t look like her body is meant to be like that.”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” Steve teases his husband.

“That I’ve seen your medical records from before the serum. But I don’t think she has half the conditions even that you had.”

The girl’s eyes are terrified as she searches across the school grounds, on the lookout for someone or something. Tony sees Peter talking animatedly, trying to keep her from walking off for as long as possible. But eventually she tightens her arms around her abdomen and Tony thinks she mouths something along the lines of should get going Parker. Peter’s face falls ever so slightly as she walks away, her swaying ever so slightly. 

“If Ma was here, she would want to make a Sunday roast and give the whole thing to her.” Steve says softly. It’s not super common for him to mention his mom, one of the people he misses often, but hearing him talk about her makes Tony think Steve is feeling the same as he is. They need to do something to help this girl.

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[imanativeofswlondondahling]

I just read “Least Favorite Only Child” and I hope you are doing alright. The reactions and thought processes of reader are too real, and I recognize them from my own. I hope you weren’t treated in that way but know if you are/were it wasn’t/isn’t your fault and one day everything will be different. And also good for you! Fiction and art are wonderful ways to cope and heal. And if you weren’t treated that way then it is impressive to write so realistically. You are a talented author and I hope to see more from you 😊

Hello! First off I am doing well:D I need to post chapter two, but parts of this were based off of situations in my life but like most authors do, I have exaggerated parts of it. But, while I am using writing to cope with some of my feelings and past trauma, I am more importantly in therapy to help with it. So this is more therapeutic and writing what I wish could have happened when I was going through some of this.

I really do appreciate the message and I hope you like what I decide to do with the rest of the story

-Lizzy

[thefabelmans2022]

the sunday brunch scene in tick tick boom is the theatre kid's avengers endgame

[wadewilson-parker]

Remember Wade being a fan of Rent?

Now Spidey wrote Rent

It's all connected

[lendaryjack]

the rest of avengers when the world is in danger but its not their movie

[mandaloriandragontrainer]

Watching Tom Holland’s Peter, who’s always been a very sweet and gentle character, absolutely clobber the ever-living daylights out of the Goblin was a life-altering experience.

[valiantly-onward]

Spiderman No Way home encompassed everything Spiderman is. He's the guy who cares about you getting to the airport on time. He'll take just a few seconds to clean the cobwebs and dust out of the your ceiling corner. He's a high school kid pulling off incredible feats of science in a condo with scraps. He'll sacrifice everything that matters to him to save everyone else. He's broke. He helps the supervillains because they deserve a second chance. He makes horrible mistakes. He earns the awe and respect of heroes more than twice his age. He helps you do the right thing, even when it's so hard and you're so angry and so hurt. He's an utter nerd. He's Spiderman. He's Peter Parker

[jellyfish-confetti]

Me thinking about this the whole movie

[imanativeofswlondondahling]

omg i missed you😭

I missed y’all too! School has been crazy but since I’m in finals I actually have time to edit/write!!

[imanativeofswlondondahling]

Being A Stark (12)- Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count:1753

Warnings: Bullying, hurtful language, swearing

Author’s Note: so....... did I die? No. Did school take over and make me forget to update.... quite possibly.

You flip over the quiz you had just gotten back in Chemistry and grimace at the red ink at the top of the page. A fifty three on a pop quiz was less than ideal. You hate pop quizzes. At least on quizzes and tests that you know are coming you can at least study for it and try. But pop quizzes are really hard because you don’t do well with testing already. 

“Wow, for being Tony Stark’s kid, you’re a dumb bitch aren’t you? Daddy must have paid a lot to get you into school here.” You glance over at the boy you haven’t really paid that much attention to since the year started. Kendall, Kevin? Something like that. 

“You don’t know anything.” You say sharply, hoping that you can shut this down before it gets worse.

“Maybe, but at least my dad didn’t have to pay to get me into a school whose focus is science and technology.”

“Keiron, Y/N, if you’re done chatting, we can get on with our lesson,” Mr. Dell’s voice comes from the front of the classroom. You shove the quiz into your binder, not wanting any more focus on it. You don’t know what Keiron’s problem is with you, but you try to focus the rest of the lesson on anything but him. But apparently he wants the last word, right as the bell rings.

“Better tell Daddy he’s going to need to pay for you to pass this class this year.” He says before walking towards the door. You take your time picking up your books. You don’t honestly want to be anywhere near him in the hallway, so the longer time you take, the longer he’ll have to get away from you.

“Since when do you talk to Keiron?” Betty’s voice is beside you, waiting to walk with you to the language hallway.

“I don’t? Today was the first time I’ve talked with him and hopefully the last time.”

“Good. I know you like to make new friends and all, but I haven’t heard particularly good things about him from, well, anyone.”

“I’m just trying to make it through this year with the friends I have. Trust me.” You say as you walk through the hallway towards German. 

Across the way, Peter is leaving his Spanish class after having to stay behind a few minutes to get some clarification about an assignment. Knowing you have German next period, his eyes are searching the hallway for you or Betty.  That would just be an added bonus. Plus his Mechanical Energies class is only a two minutes walk from here, so he has the time to kill, especially for his favorite girl. Hearing Betty’s voice, he knows you’re not that far off. “I just don’t get why you would get in trouble talking to him.”

“He was talking to me. Not the other way around.” You run a hand through your hair. “Can we just let this go, please?” You ask your best friend as Peter makes his way over to you. Betty spies your boyfriend making his way over to the two of you. 

“Sure. I think you’re about to be distracted anyway. I’ll see you after Spanish.” She says as she starts to peel away from you. You look at her confused until a very familiar arm pulls you into him.

“Hi.” Peter whispers into your hair.

“Hi. Don’t you have class to be heading to?”

“I’m fine. Got time to kill. Especially for my best girl.” You relax in his arms and he can’t help but wonder if Chemistry was worse than normal. “Want to talk about it?” He asks.

“Not at all.” You lean into his arms, tilting your head to place a soft kiss on his lips. He smiles into the kiss. “Maybe later.” You mumble against his lips. “I’m busy.” Slips out before another kiss lands on his lips. The five minute bell rings. “You’re going to be late.”

“Worth it.”

“Not if you get detention. Go.” You push gently against his shoulder. “I’ll see you at lunch.” 

“Frauline Stark, class is starting soon.” Your German teacher calls to you as you watch Peter start to walk away, turning back to wave at you. One more period and then you can just spend lunch being distracted by Peter and your friends. Right now you just have to conjugate some verbs and you’ll be ok. German isn’t one of the classes you struggle with, so you’ll be ok.

Sitting down at the lunch table, you’re not surprised that Peter’s arms find their way around your waist the moment you sit down. “Babe you saw me not even an hour ago.”

“That doesn’t mean I can’t miss you baby.” Peter says as his lips land on your cheek to kiss you.

“I missed you too.” You roll your eyes at him, already letting what happened in Chemistry fall to the back of your mind. Maybe today was just a weird day that you would just need to forget about as the rest of the year went on.

By the end of the day, you’ve basically forgotten about what happened. Walking out the front of school, you look for the black four door that Happy usually picks you up in. But the paps going wild should have been your first sign that Happy wasn’t the one picking you up. The BMW sitting waiting for you isn’t one of your dad’s favorite cars, but if you’re remembering correctly, it isn’t a manual car, unlike a lot of the other cars he has. You can’t help but smile at your dad being here to pick you up. 

“Wow, perfect time to tell your dad that the dumb bitch needs more money given to the school since she can’t do Chemistry.” Keiron’s voice calls out softly from beside you as he smiles almost sinisterly at you.

“Kiddo, let’s go.” Tony calls from the rolled down window.

“Daddy’s calling.” Keiron jeers as he walks in the opposite direction. You bite your lip as you sit down in the front seat of the car.

“New friend?”

“Far from. Just a kid from my chemistry class.” You turn away from your dad as you buckle in. “Are you even allowed to drive?” You ask, changing the subject.

“As of my appointment yesterday, yes. As long as I feel comfortable.”

“Why didn’t you say anything at dinner yesterday?”

“Wanted to surprise you.”

“Color me surprised.”

“We got a letter in the mail today.” Your dad says like it’s a big piece of news, like your family doesn’t get mail every day.

“Wow. Exciting.”

“It is exciting. It was from TrialNet.”

“Wait really?” This catches your attention. You’ve been waiting to find out about Morgan and her antibodies for about two weeks now and you wanted to know. “What did it say?”

“Zero antibodies.” For the first time since you had the thought about Morgan getting Type One, you feel like you can finally breathe again. She can’t get it unless something goes really wrong with something else. She doesn’t have the antibodies. 

“She’s safe from it.”

“That she is.”

“She can have a normal childhood.” The one you should have had. You don’t say it but you’re pretty sure, you and your dad both hear it. 

“As normal as it can be with being a Stark.”

“True. Being a Stark, it’s weird for sure. Especially that Tony guy.”

“Ha ha kiddo. Don’t make me make you walk home.”

“You would never. You love me too much to make me suffer like that.”

Your dad nods. “That is very true. I do love you too much to let anything hurt you.” 

You force a smile, but you know that if he knew, if he heard the things Keiron had said, he wouldn’t be happy. Even if it is true. But the last thing you need is Tony Stark causing national news by fighting a teenager. You know you can handle it without saying anything to your parents. You’ve dealt with things before, you can deal with them now. No need for anyone to be a knight in shining armor when they don’t need to be.

Plus, it’s not your dad’s fault that God made a mistake with you. Sure God might have made the sun and the moon, but there was only so much time for creativity and smarts. Not everyone can have that. Also, with genius inventor and superhero Tony Stark as a father and a kickass CEO Pepper Stark as your mom, there’s no way you can be as good at things as they are. That would be too much for one family. Oh. Wait, no biologically, Mom isn’t your mom. Your mom was a druggie. Guess she had more of an effect on you than you thought. She may have died on the streets, but maybe any chance you had of being a Stark, a smart Stark like your dad, died with her.

Luckily, before your dad can call you out on the fact that you’ve gone silent, your phone goes off. We’re All In This Together, your group chat with Ned, MJ, Betty, and Peter, has new notifications.

BB: Did you all see that Spider-Man crashed into a building while he was swinging around Queens yesterday?

MJ: He did what now? [crying laughing emoji]

PP: That… that doesn’t sound true. He would never do that. [wide eye emoji]

BB: [sends video clip]

BB: Apparently, there was a news team filming locally and caught it in the background.

NL: Maybe he’s having an off day?

MJ: Seems like it. I’m pretty sure that Spider-Man is supposed to have really good swinging abilities.

BB: you should see the memes that are already happening. Look!

BB: [sends a couple memes and a tiktok of Wrecking Ball but Spider-Man edition]

You can’t help but laugh out loud at the video. Clearly Peter was having a bad day, but the memes are top tier.

“What’s so funny?”

“Spider-Man had an off day, but the memes created from it are too good.”

“What did our spiderling do today?” Your dad asks as he swings the car into park in the garage.

“Well he swung into a building yesterday. But meme culture got a hold of it and created some masterpieces. Like this,” you turn your phone to play the video for your dad. And he laughs just as you had. How could he not?

Maybe today wasn’t the worst day after all.

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[incorrectquotesmcu]

Tony: How could you spend my money like this?

Peter, putting tiny raincoats on ducklings: They live outside, Mr. Stark, they need this.