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dependent peter parker for @394hq // quipped by claire .

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INTRO // BIO // HEADCANONS

« charlie rowe, 24, he/him, the amazing spider-man films/616 » ∙∙ loading case file for peter parker. known aliases, if any: spider-man. current location: new york, new york.  current occupation: freelance photographer. he has been known to be brilliant and reckless, so proceed with caution. their current alliance: undecided. (claire, she/her, 25, gmt)

SHORT BIO

orphaned young and raised by his aunt may & uncle ben in queens, peter parker was never popular. he was a genius, and shy, and a bit of an asshole, focused on keeping his head down and just getting out. and then at fifteen, he was bitten by a radioactive spider, and everything changed. with newfound powers, he could have stopped a robber from killing his uncle ben, but he didn’t, and he resolved to never let anyone get hurt on his watch ever again, no matter what it took. he became spider-man, a hero, a vigilante, a man cut in two--amazing in the mask, an absolute train wreck out of it. when gwen stacy, his first love, died because of him, he doubled down. after a long road of stops and starts, he finally finished college, took a pause from grad school, and is now back at the daily bugle working as a freelance photographer. it barely pays the bills, he’s exhausted all the time (what else is new), he’s kind of bad at it, and it’s soul-sucking, but he’s got a double life to maintain.

BASICS

character’s full name: peter benjamin parker

nicknames: pete, spidey, tiger; will answer to petey, but doesn’t like it

meaning of name: rock

birth date: october 14, 1998

age: 24

zodiac: libra

superpower: spider physiology: enhanced speed, strength, skill, reflexes, agility; accelerated healing factor; can stick to walls (don’t worry about it); danger precognition

alias: spider-man

nationality / species: american / human mutate

languages spoken: english, a little spanish, basic mandarin, some yiddish

orientation: bisexual?

pronouns: he/him

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

height: 5'10

body build: athletic

eye color: hazely brown

hair type and color: brown (a little reddish in the right lights, slightly curly, badly in need of a haircut)

glasses or contacts: glasses (until he was 15 and his powers fixed his vision)

face claim: jack quaid

distinguishing marks:  his web shooters, which he’s modified to look something like a watch or a fitbit and can wear with his everyday clothes. a smattering of freckles. (there’s a lot of fanart of him with a very specific freckle pattern and i think it’s cute i’m keeping it). surprisingly very buff under all that flannel.

tattoos: none

voice / accent: american; a bit raspy, a bit of an old-school new york accent (comes out stronger when he’s stressed or in the suit; he’s genuinely not sure if this is subconscious or a disguise choice) – i use yuri lowenthal in the games as a voice claim <3

clothing style: lol. baggy sweatshirts, worn-in flannels, graphic t-shirts, battered converse. sometimes inexplicably a lot of black turtlenecks. right at that intersection between respectably disheveled nerd and skater boy grunge. he wears his suit underneath his everyday clothes most of the time. usual expression: intense concentration; confused; a little angry and stand-offish

PERSONALITY

good personality traits: loyal, brilliant, just, passionate

bad personality traits: stubborn, egotistical, guilt-ridden, insecure, anxious, flaky

personality type: infp

archetype: the caregiver

goals/desires: help people. find peace. do some neat science. have a life.

fears: people he loves getting hurt. bad things happening because he didn’t stop them. bad things happening because he caused them. dying young.

what would most throw this character’s life into complete turmoil: someone he loves getting hurt because of him (see: may dying if she finds out his identity? who knows! anything’s possible!)

character’s soft spot: children, i guess

hobbies: ~ science ~ ; video games ; skateboarding ; photography ; some light web design ;)

habits: u know that thing of just being really fidgety all the time & drumming your fingers on every available surface & jittering your leg up and down? yeah that

PAST

hometown: forest hills, queens, new york, usa

childhood: pete’s mother, mary, died when he was young, and he was raised by his uncle ben and aunt may (he never knew his father). he got his powers at 15; ben died when he was 15; the two things are related; it’s a sore spot. it’s been him and may since. (and, apparently, his father, tony stark, trying to get in the picture)

dream job: fully-funded scientist/researcher (maybe a professor? maybe working at/running his own tech company? maybe winning some awards? who knows!)

education: graduated midtown high at the top of his class; ba & biochemical engineering from empire state university; started a phd, but intermitted.

FAMILY

mother: mary fitzpatrick parker (deceased)

father: richard parker (deceased)

relationship: mary & richard died before peter was old enough to really remember them--were they scientists? spies? all he knows for sure is that he was loved.

uncle: ben parker (deceased)

relationship: pete considers ben his real father/figure. the man raised him, despite never wanting children of his own. they were very very close, even if ben could get a bit gruff and standoffish and didn’t entirely understand his booksmart genius little nephew (and pete could get angry and hole himself up in his room with books for days at a time). peter can’t forgive himself for letting ben die. everything he does is in his memory.

aunt: may parker

relationship: pete considers may his mother; they’re extremely close, and he tries to have dinner with her at least once a week, if he remembers. or makes time. he’s very protective of her, and she’s very protective of him, and they support each other in everything–it’s just the two of them, it has to be.

PRESENT

current location: manhattan, new york

currently living with: n/a (pete lives in a tiny shoebox studio apartment by himself and with a rotating number of good old fashioned new york city roaches and rats. it’s a mess.)

pets: n/a

occupation: science teacher at midtown high

religion: jewish, somewhere in the mostly secular reform/reconstructionist vein (had a bar mitzvah, celebrates the major holidays, not much else)

political affiliation: peter parker voted for bernie sanders change my mind (democrat, views voting as a flawed by necessary responsibility bc he unfortunately cannot punch his way into systemic change) (spider-man has been anti-cop, pro-prison abolition, pro-union, and pretty active with civil rights movements since the late 1960s we’re proud of him)

HEALTH

physical ailments: genetically mutated spider dna? bad back? one time he gave himself a stress ulcer love that for him; weirdly predisposed to colds

neurological conditions: all undiagnosed bc this bitch won’t see a therapist but! anxiety, depression, ptsd, likely adhd

allergies: none that he knows of

sleeping habits: hahahahahahahaha

eating habits: his metabolism is absurdly fast, his exercise regimen out of control, and his wallet can’t keep up. he doesn’t have the time, resources, energy, or skills to cook for himself often (though he can do an ok stir fry), so he mostly gets by on inexpensive takeout and frozen meals. he’s particularly fond of pizza and thai food

exercise habits: mostly just patrol/spider-man duties/swinging around the city with nothing but his upper body and core strength; he’ll sometimes work out to stay in shape and burn energy

emotional stability: no.

sociability: he has friends, but he’s always considered himself a loner. he’s better at making plans than keeping them, and has an advanced degree in self-sabotaging his relationships. he’s good for a movie night (if he bothers to show up or doesn’t jump out the window halfway through), but if he starts to feel threatened, the walls go up, and the bridges get burned

body temperature: slightly warmer than average

addictions: arguably, being spider-man

drug use: not really?

alcohol use: nothing extensive; a little socially, but very rarely, and particularly won’t drink around harry. needs to stay alert to be spidey at a moment’s notice. he’s been known to literally order milk at a bar. i hate him.

FAVORITES:

weather: the way i’m tempted to say broody and rainy. no. like a nice crisp autumn day with a little bit of a breeze and a nice amount of sun and pretty leaves

color: red

music: alt- and indie-rock, mostly; he also listened to a lot of 70s and 80s music with ben and still enjoys it

movies: schlocky sci-fi and fantasy (he’s big fan of zombieland, star wars, and lotr)

sport: baseball

beverage: cheap black burnt coffee

food: aunt may’s wheat cakes <3 and a good bagel with schmear

animal: he is…. not actually….. really much of an animal person….. but he will cross the street to pet a good dog and enjoys other people’s cats

EXTRA

what’s in his edc (everyday carry): inside the same battered and lovingly patched-up navy jansport he’s had since his senior year of college: headphones (tangled), cell phone (broken), laptop (cracked), chargers, pack of gum (half-empty), clif bar, spare web cartridges, lab notebook, cheap ball point pen, old pencils, wallet (empty), metrocard, change of clothes, water bottle (half-empty, crumpled, disposable, lukewarm), house keys & carabiner

mbti: infp

enneagram: type 5, the investigator

temperament: melancholic

moral alignment: neutral good

element: air

[394-gwen]

"no, no. i love weddings. really. doesn't bum me out at all." and to be fair, gwen stacy always had a bone to pick with the concept of happiness for the rest of your life with another person. you get burned once and can't come back from it, she supposes. "hey! do you know if there's supposed to be an open bar? might make it a little more bearable."

[parkerlucked]

&

“Oh yeah,” he says, “I just love ‘em.” His jaw is only a little clenched, his chest only a little tight. Historically, happily ever after and Peter Parker haven’t gotten along so well. No amount of just trying to buck up and be happy for someone else for one goddamn night has been able to shake the feeling. He looks up from his drink, raising it in toast to say, “There absolutely is, it’s just--” And then Peter finally sees the girl he’s talking to. And drops his glass.

No, happily ever after and Peter Parker don’t get along. She’s why.

[parkerlucked]

marvelingenue​

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♕ — MJ waited until he had stopped rummaging through the take out bag. She knew better than to get in Peter’s way when it came to food. She personally liked having all her fingers intact. Once she was sure it was safe enough, she reached into the bag to grab out her chow mein and potstickers before she settled down in the chair beside him and toed out of her no-slip shoes that she absolutely hated with every fiber of her being before she simply draped her feet over his lap. She had done it a hundred of times before she knew very well she probably shouldn’t be doing it now but she was tired and Peter was always comfortable. “I always seem to manage to work the system into my favor,” she replied, “with the help of a friend or two.”

♕ — Rolling her eyes, MJ shook her head and popped open the box the held her dumplings. “My agent gave me a script to audition for as someone’s mother, I’ve peaked.” She let out a snort at his suggestion and rested back in her seat. “No, I just need to find a form of employment that doesn’t pool tips and doesn’t have creepy stock brokers as frequent customers.”

He was just reaching for another bite of food when she sat down next to him, and he nearly choked on a pepper when she put her feet up on his lap. No spider sense to warn him about this one, and his attempt to swallow turned into a cough. (It would be so cool if his built-in danger alarm could handle exes too.) They’d done this a million times before; it had been practiced and easy, the way they fit together felt like coming home. But that had been before, and--now they were just old friends, and he was totally, completely, irrevocably over Mary Jane Watson. “You and the Watson luck,” he said. Just old friends, who’d tried something, and it hadn’t worked.

“You? A mother?” He laughed. “Not that I think--I mean--you’d be a great mom. If you wanted. It’s just... you’re so young.” Instead of saying anything else stupid, Peter opened a container of cold sesame noodles and started to shove them into his face. “Walk with me here. Have you considered the noble, super well-paying, and not-at-all-demeaning path of teaching?” He slurped another noodle, then wiped sauce from his face with the side of his hand. “That was a joke, for the record. I was joking.”

[parkerlucked]

akastartatthebeginning​

Jessica usually made it a point not to look anyone in the eye while ordering coffee. But someone had dropped a book and she’d turned her head towards the sound and – there he was. “Yeah. Peter Parker, right? We were in science class together.” She was technically a grade ahead of him, but had to catch up after the accident. Jessica gave him a look, rolling her eyes. “Seriously?” she asked. “I’m Jessica. Jessica Jones. If I wanted to mess with you, I’d say that your fashion sense hasn’t improved since high school,” she quipped, smirking lightly. “I don’t have a game here, pal. I just – thought you were a cool guy in high school, that’s all.” And she might have at one point had a crush on him, but that was besides the point.

&

High school had been... weird. To say the least. It was so long ago now; he remembered most of it in blurs of homework, of too-bright hallways, of fights (ones he’d lost, then, later, ones he’d won), of scrambling to learn to put two people’s lives in one short high school student’s body. It was punctuated with the big, life-defining moments--those he remembered in perfect clarity--but Peter had spent so much of it on the edges, with one foot out the door (or window). All of this to say: he could not remember ever seeing this woman before in his life.

Pretending he did know who he was, Peter gave an exaggerated nod, and something clicked. A real spark of recognition, however tenuous. “Oh yeah,” he said. “Coma girl.” He winced as he said it. She probably didn’t want to hear the nickname, just like he wouldn’t be thrilled if someone called him Puny Parker more than a decade later. “Shit. Sorry. I--had a lot going on in high school. I wasn’t really... Never mind. Back up. Hold on. You thought I was cool?” He looked at her, all leather and hard edges, then down at himself. “Wait, what’s wrong with my clothes?”

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THE BOYS 3x05 | ‘The Last Time To Look On This World Of Lies’

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Do you find it hard working with other people when you’ve spent so much time as a solo act?

"I've never really been a team player. They kicked me off the soccer team when I was seven--in hindsight, probably because I was terrible and didn't want to be there. "I started this whole Spider-Man thing so young, there was no one else to do it with. And when I did team up, well... Old habits. I always hated group projects; I was the only one who did any work. Apparently I'm 'too stubborn' and 'too annoying' and 'too self-centered' for a team, which is fine by me. There's a reason I'm not with the Avengers, and it's not because I wasn't asked. I'd rather set my own hours anyway. "It took a long time, but I've learned you can't always do everything yourself. Sometimes you need backup. Sometimes you're stronger together. And I really do love helping newer heroes (that other Spider-Man kid? he's going to do better than I ever could). Just because I did it alone doesn't mean they should have to."

[cosmictroy]

The subway into NYC was always crowded at this time of day with everyone trying to head into the city for work. Donna had long accepted that standing was the easiest way to take the metro from Jersey was standing -- someone else always needed to sit more than an Amazonian warrior of Themyscira ever did. She had to pass through several stops in New York before she would reach the stop for her work so she patiently shifted as more and more people got in the subway car. As the subway jerked back into motion, someone stumbled nearby and Donna instinctively reached a muscled arm out to steady them. "Here, hold on to this," the Amazon offered, moving so the person could cling to the rail as she reached up to hold onto one of the straps hanging from the ceiling of the car, her free arm still offered as a means to help any not used to the sway of the underground.

[parkerlucked]

The best part about being Spider-Man (well, other than the fame, fortune glory, and perfect abs) was not having to take the subway. No more standing shoulder to shoulder with perfect strangers, shoved into a metal tube like sardines in a can. No more rattling train cars or forgetting your Metro card or worrying about making fare. The trains never ran on time, either--then again, neither did the Spidey express. So. Web-slinging wasn’t a perfect means of transportation, but it was till somehow better-funded than the MTA.

But Peter had run out his last web cartridge the night before--he had more stashed in the science lab at the school, if he could get there--so he was braving the subway. And already regretting it. Sweaty and exhausted, he’d adopted his tried-and-true Subway Stance: feet firmly planted, low center of gravity; the train shuddered to life, and he stumbled, looking more hapless tourist than lifelong New Yorker (and superhero!).

At least the woman next to him was nice about it, and he grabbed the rail to steady himself. “Not a local, huh?” he said. “Too nice. You’ve gotta just ignore everybody else, and we’ll all have an equally bad time. Universal experience.”

[parkerlucked]

what would you consider your biggest accomplishment?

"Making it this far."

[parkerlucked]

Which villain caused your first grey hair?

"Oh, god, is it that obvious? I'm not that old. --But it was in college. Doc Ock. Nasty piece of work; kept hitting on my aunt. First one to get away, too. I don't know if it was the giant metal arms or the embarrassment of losing, but something about him was enough to push me over the edge. It's been all downhill from there.

"Still, getting to live long enough to go fully gray... I'd be lucky."

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If there was something you could change from your past, what would it be and why?

"How much time've you got?"

"When I was fifteen--the night my uncle died--I could've stopped it. And I didn't. I've been trying to make up for that every day since, but no amount of thugs stopped or cats rescued or lives saved will bring him back."

[parkerlucked]

Do you regret getting bit by that spider?

"I used to. Still do, sometimes. Life would be so much simpler if I hadn't--but, honestly, I don't know who I'd be without it. Maybe better. Probably worse."

"I never had a choice. I've been Spider-Man more than half my life, and there's nothing I can do to change that. (Tried a few times. Went really badly. Don't ask.)"

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why so amazing?

"I didn't come up with it, but hey, if the name fits."

"No, I totally did come up with it. Needed some good press around here--a guy can only put up with so mush mishigas before he starts to lose it. You can also call me Spectacular, Sensational, Astonishing, and Friendly Neighborhood. Just don't call me late for dinner."

[parkerlucked]

Who's the spider crushing on these days?

"Oh, no one in particular. Don't want to tie myself down--trying to focus more on myself these days, y'know? Self-care, or whatever MJ calls it. I think she said I need to 'figure out my own shit' before I can be with anyone else. Paraphrasing here.

"Speaking of MJ, though... We're just friends right now. But staying 'just friends' is hard when we've got that much history between us. We're talking more baggage than JFK.

"Shit."

[parkerlucked]

the truth is my shield

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@ircnhrt​

It was strange walking past the labs, the workshops, the interns’ stations. That had been him once; he’d thought it would be him again. Pristine white lab coats and gleaming hallways and bottomless wells of money instead of secondhand salvaged materials and web fluid made on a literal shoestring budget. (What could he make with access to resources like this?) Maybe it could be him again one day, his face more lined and hair streaked with more gray than in that first hopeful ID photo. If he was lucky enough to live that long.

Peter had come to Stark Tower to see Tony, but he’d decided to wander on the way out, and no one had kicked him out yet. He heard tinkering  from inside the workshop, so he followed the sound to find a young woman working on what looked like a smashed-up set of Iron Man armor. “Oy vey.” He let out a slow exhale at the sight. “Rough night? Let me guess--Galactus? Or bad run on the training course?”

[parkerlucked]

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♕ — MJ only let out a soft snort. She knew all too well about barely pay the bills jobs, that was part of the reason that she found herself at his apartment– her soul-crushing job at the diner. She looked over at him with amusement as she casually tossed her coat over one of the chairs as if it had belonged there all along and untied her apron from her waist. “Well, you managed to teach me that, so, I’m sure you can reach at least three students.”

♕ — Her lower lip pouted out as she looked over at him. “And just let the opportunity to make someone eat there words pass me by? No way. I’ve peaked in high school, let me have this.” Her brow arched before she let out a soft chuckle. “Yeah, I got you your chicken. But no stealing half my dumplings this time, I’ve had a bad day.”

&

He’d been furiously rummaging through the takeout bag like a starving child--when had he last eaten?--and paused with his chopsticks half-unwrapped, his mouth hanging open in feigned horror. “Mary Jane Watson,” he said, “how did you graduate without knowing that the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell? I thought they legally couldn’t let you graduate if you didn’t know that the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell.” He knew exactly how she’d managed it: afternoon study sessions at May’s kitchen table, her full lips, that crooked smile. 

“Please, you didn’t peak in high school. Look at you.” Eating mediocre Chinese food with your shitty ex-boyfriend in his rat trap apartment. Miles too good for a place like this. “You wanna talk peaked in high school? Maybe I should bring back the sweater vests. Chicks dig pocket protectors now, yeah?” He cringed at the sentence and, chopsticks finally ready, dove into the food before he processed the rest of her sentence. “Oh no,” he said around a mouthful of chicken. “Do you want to talk about it? Want me to--” he mimed a thwip with his free hand, “fight someone?”