peter parker

when you can do the things that i can, but you don't and then the bad things happen, they happen because of you...

[drfcstrs]

Jane just looked at him for a moment, before nodding her head. "Okay." She attempted to bite back a smirk, but was obviously struggling. "I'm sorry. That's just the most Peter thing I've ever heard you say." She reached up to brush his hair back so she could better look at it. "And you're adorable and I love you. I need you to know this. But did you get hit in the head? Or just your eye?"

[spideyboyspideyboy]

"Really feeling the love, Aunt Jane," he mumbled, wincing a little when she pushed his hair back. "The whole like, area," he said, gesturing to the left side of his head. Next time, he'd use a web and keep a safe distance away. Outside, he heard a particularly loud chant, mostly unintelligible by the time it echoed up to their window. Peter sighed. "Don't they ever get tired?"

[j-stcrm]

Johnny followed his younger brother, wordlessly, up the elevators only he, Peter, and a select few people had access to. It usually gave him comfort, knowing either his dad or Tony were upstairs and could help with whatever problem he had. It had been like that long before the Avengers, back when he and Peter were kids. But right now, it didn't have much of an effect. "I'm okay." He nodded, smiling at Peter's suggestion and nudged his shoulder so he'd go get the Legos. If nothing else, that could make them forget about everything for a bit. Let them pretend they were in high school again, not bothering with all this superhero shit. "Is it bad I'm still mad, though?" He asked, following Peter. "At both of them." Because Pietro had been about to be his husband, but Tony had been a second father to him long before he actually married his dad. He honestly wasn't sure which of those was worse. "Our dads deal with this all the time." He gestured vaguely towards the window in reference to the protestors. "Dad moved on from that whole suicide mission. and I'm still over here pissed at both of them for it. Like, things will go back to normal, and then something like this happens to remind me that I'm still mad."

[spideyboyspideyboy]

Peter was glad he was leading the way down the hallway. So Johnny wouldn't see the look that crossed his face when he asked that question. The way he winced. "I... Um, no I don't think it's bad," he murmured. He stopped at a closet, which opened with a swipe of his handprint. The legos were inside, neatly labeled and meticulously kept. Peter started piling the boxes into his and Johnny's arms. He chewed on his lip for a moment, thinking it all over. He could see both sides, had been on both sides. His dad had gone on that suicide mission too, and then not long after Peter had stumbled into that Hydra base. "I don't think we've had a normal, Johnny. Like, not for a long time," he said finally, setting boxes down onto a table in the living room. "And I think -- I don't know. I think when someone's mad, it's usually because they're hurt, ya know? Like, hurt so bad they can't even see it. Or they just... can't feel it." He was staring very intently at the legos, but he felt hyperaware of every movement. "It takes a long time for that to go away, in my experience. So no, I don't think it's bad. I think it's just kinda human."

[drfcstrs]

“Wait—what happened?" Jane questioned, turning to look at the person that appeared in office. "Are you okay? Do you need me to take care of it?"

[spideyboyspideyboy]

"I really, really don't wanna talk about it," Peter muttered, rubbing his eye. But he didn't even have to glance up at his (basically) Aunt Jane to know the look she was (probably) giving him. He sighed. "I... I was trying to take one of those dumb signs," he muttered, jerking his thumb towards the windows. The protestors weren't a huge crowd, but they were loud. "I pulled, he pulled back, the sign went flying and hit me in the eye."

[fvlcxns]

Carrying two drinks, Sam carefully made her way through the crowd. "Here, I got you a refill. You looked like you needed it."

[spideyboyspideyboy]

Peter nodded gratefully and took the sparkling water. "Thanks," he said, nodding to Sam, a small but very grateful smile on his face. "The guest list... It uh, it doubled. At least, that's -- that's what it looks like out there."

[apriilflowrs]

"Okay, I officially don’t recognize half the people here. Did the guest list double overnight?"

[spideyboyspideyboy]

"Oh god, I hope not. It was already massive. If it doubled, that's -- like a significant percentage of the population of this borough." He frowned a moment. "Oh god, what if it did double though?"

[j-stcrm]

"What? Are your spidey senses tingling?" He joked, but then he looked up and saw the look on his brother's face. "Pete—" Johnny started, but then the other abruptly slammed the door. He opened his mouth to reply, but snapped it shut when Peter explained. "Right." Johnny felt his temper flare, but as much as he wanted to go out there and defend his boyfriend, he knew it wouldn't do much good. Peter and Johnny both had the dos and don'ts of responding to the media and public drilled into them by their dads. Even if one of them rarely followed his own words. He let out a breath to steady himself. "We could just go wait it out in the penthouse."

[spideyboyspideyboy]

Peter nodded, and they headed back towards the elevators. Not the public ones, and not even the lab ones. The personal ones. The ones out of sight and with a little extra robo-security. Their dads knew how to handle this. They always did. Except when they were directly in the middle of it, like his dad had been with Pietro. No one was up in the penthouse when they got there though, and Peter bit his lip. Finally he looked over at Johnny. "Are you okay?" he asked gently. "I know you've -- You've been thrown for a lotta loops lately, ya know?" He shrugged, fidgeting his hands together. "You wanna build legos?"

[j-stcrm]

Johnny pulled a face. "Did I not? I could't have been that off." But before he could argue his brother anymore, he followed Peter's gaze out the door. "Tony probably just pissed another reporter off," Johnny offered, in way of explanation, pulling his phone out to see if either of their dads or Peggy had texted or called him. He furrowed his brow when he didn't see any notifications, and shrugged. "Well, we know it's not for you. Since we're still pulling this Clark Kent shit over here." Johnny smirked and started to the door, despite the crowd. "I'm sure it's nothing, Pete."

[spideyboyspideyboy]

Peter followed suit and checked his phone too. Nothing there either. Maybe it really was nothing. But the hairs on the back of his neck wouldn't go down."Or it's just early in the crisis," he muttered, turning his back to the door and double-checking to make sure his bag was zipped tight. No sign of a spidey-suit hanging out of a rip or something. Nothing -- nothing to worry about. But then he heard Johnny moved and the Spidey-sense leapt through his veins, burning to the surface. He scrambled after his brother, stopped him just as the door started to open. Peter put everything he had into slamming it shut, not sure why. Not until he saw a sign, suddenly raised up high. 'Villains aren't heroes!' "I... I don't think you should go out there. I think that's about -- well, a lot of people. But they'll ask you about Pietro, and it won't be pretty. We need a different way out."

[j-stcrm]

"What did you just say? I need to hear it again to believe it."

[spideyboyspideyboy]

"I said you're wrong about how many legos you'd need to make a fully functional Death Star. There's no way you accounted for the fuel supplies, too. That's at least another --" He grimaced as they approached the doors. A swarm of reporters was on the other side. "I hate this part. What are they mad about this time?" he asked, spotting some signs in the crowd this time.

[guardianmantisx]

"Oh, come on! You have to come dance with me! Please?"

[spideyboyspideyboy]

"Look, I'm refusing for your benefit, I swear!" Peter insisted, laughing. "I have no idea what to do out on a dance floor. Like, what do I even do with my hands?"

[spideyboyspideyboy]

@fvlcxns

There was one thing Peter had trained for more than anything else -- the suits going rogue. His dad had made sure he'd know how to take one down. Or two, or three. Once, he'd even trained against five 'rogue' suits. But this was... this was a lot more than that. Peter stayed calm, stuck to what he'd been taught. He slipped away, got his suit on, and dashed back in to assess the situation. And then he saw that one of the suits was heading right for Sam and everything Peter had ever known, or been taught, or thought, or even imagined was wiped out of his head. He moved on pure instinct. One web to the ceiling to swing him forward, he slammed into the suit from an unseen angle above. Crashing it to the ground just in front of Sam, instead of on top of her. "Hey," he breathed, holding up a hand awkwardly. "I, uh. Thought I'd drop in? Oh god, that was bad, don't --" He stopped, shaking his head. "Are you okay?"

[spideyboyspideyboy]

@mrstvrks 🌱 for our muses to plant a garden together

Peter was excited about the garden. He knew it was probably just a way for his dad to keep the leash tight after his last disastrous escapade -- but the tech was seriously cool. "If this works, it'll be completely self sustaining. From seed to harvest," he breathed, setting the seed pods down. He drummed his fingers along the table, and glanced over at his dad. "So," he said, smiling gently. "How's married life treating you?"

[j-stcrm]

“When I get married again, remind me to not have an open bar.” Johnny scrunched his nose and sat the glass down. "What even is this?"

[spideyboyspideyboy]

"This is why I stick to soda. Can't go wrong with bubbles and sugar, man. Well, okay, my teeth probably don't appreciate it -- is alcohol better for your teeth or worse than soda? That's. A good question, actually." He tilted his head to the side, scratching the back of his hair. His suit fit perfectly, but it still felt strange. "The better question is -- am I gonna have to wear another one of these at your wedding?" he asked, gesturing down at himself. "Because there's no way my dad will let me wear this one twice, honestly."

[spideyboyspideyboy]

@j-stcrm

“I set up the blanket fort. The password to get in is three words.” Peter had bows in his hair and a splattering of make-up on his face already, and he had spent the last twenty minutes perfecting a blanket fort in the living room while Eisa and Morgan gave direction. The knock on the door, Johnny's arrival, was a welcome reprieve. "It's TEA PARTY TIME " Morgan shouted, ducking between Peter's legs to throw herself at Johnny. Eisa was coaxing her raccoon into a spot at the table. "Please help me," Peter begged, staring at Johnny. "I know this is a punishment and all, but I'm pretty sure this make-up is never coming off."

[fvlcxns]

"Well, I appreciate the thought." She smirked, though it didn't quite meet her eyes when she did. Sam shrugged and picked up her tea, sitting at one of the barstools at the island. "You know when I told you about my mom, I didn't mean for you to go be a dumbass right?" But there was no heat behind her words when she said it. "I didn't hear a lot, but I did hear Peter and unauthorized." Sam paused for a moment, before continuing, "What would you do? If you were in my situation. Would you go try and hear her out or leave it alone until she does something that I can't ignore? Because I'm getting conflicting opinions, but I figured your awkward rambling could even out the number."

[spideyboyspideyboy]

Peter moved over to the cupboard to grab a snack, especially delighted when he saw popcorn in there. He had just tossed the bag into the microwave when Sam hit him with that. Peter cringed, turning around slowly. "You heard about that?" he asked, rubbing the back of his neck. It didn't hurt anymore, but he didn't like what the Hydra weapon had done to his original bite. "I, uh, tried to hack into a Hydra database. To get some more info for you," he explained. He neglected to tell her that his method of 'hacking' was to get into a Hydra base and access one of their computers. That had been the plan, except his entrance hadn't been as smooth as he hoped. "I didn't get far. I'm sorry," he said quietly, coming to sit beside her. He rolled his eyes at the rambling remark, but couldn't argue against it. "It's just -- I know what it's like to have questions about your parents. To wanna know more about them, and not know where to look even. But see, I'm a scientist. Well, sorta a scientist. We like answers, we like looking for them, and I -- I think not knowing is the worst. I don't know what I'd do if my dad had turned out to be a Hydra guy instead of Iron Man, but I think I would've liked to at least know. Like, hypothetically speaking, I'd ask -- How did he end up with Hydra? Did they have something on him, or was he drawn to it? What drew him to it? How did he pick Hydra over -- over everything else." These weren't just hypotheticals, they were Sam's life. Peter paused, jumping when the microwave beeped. He retrieved it, and sat back down beside her, pushing the bowl between them. "I don't know, Sam. But I guess I get what you're struggling with, to an extent."

[mrstvrks]

Tony didn't look up from what he was working on when he heard the doors open because only two people had clearance for this part of the lab, and he knew it wasn't Bruce. "You want to tell me what you were doing?" He eventually questioned. "If you're going to tell me it's no different than what I did in Romania, I hate to tell you, that's already been discussed. But my response to you would be the same. You're not supposed to be like me. You're supposed to be better." Tony put his tools down and finally looked up at his son, gaze unwavering. "What were you thinking?" ; @spideyboyspideyboy

[spideyboyspideyboy]

Peter spent a day or two at Uncle Loki's, but he knew he couldn't avoid it forever. So when he came back to the Tower, he immediately shuffled on down to his dad's private labs. His dad didn't look up when he first walked in, and Peter wasn't surprised. It was either going to be that or instant yelling, and he preferred this. He stood off to the side, fiddling with some tools on his workbench here. When his dad finally broke the silence, Peter jumped from the suddenness of it. "Dad, I --" He stopped, biting down on his lip. "That's not really fair," he countered quietly, eyes flicking to his dad's. "You told me I was going to make mistakes, that I was going to mess up, and I should try anyway. How can I get better if I don't try?" He chewed on the inside of his cheek, dropping his gaze down to the workbench now. "I was trying to help a friend. She didn't ask, so it's not her fault, but I thought. I thought I could do this."

[glcriouspvrpose]

"Quit that." Loki tapped his chin as a sign to close it. "You look like a dying fish." But there was no real heat behind his words. The look of concern, that was clear on his face, was also uncharacteristic of his usual snark. "Of course I told him. I waited until I was far enough away and made sure our coordinates were untraceable. I could get my brother if I needed to. But that's what you do when you're on a team. You have to tell other people where you're going in case you get captured. Or worse." Loki raised a brow, knowingly, gaze staying on him when Peter looked away. He let out a breath and got up from where he'd been kneeling in front of him to sit beside him. "How long have I known that you're an impulsive idiot? Since the day I met you." He looked over at him, only maintaining a serious expression for half a second, before he gave him a small smirk. "You're not as secretive as you think you are. To me at least," he added, leaning back against the wall behind him. "Your secret is safe as far as the general public is concerned, but you slip up in conversation with me quite a lot, I'm sorry to tell you. I'm very perceptive." Loki looked over at the younger man for a few seconds longer, before his expression softened again. "Peter, you can't do stuff like this and not tell anyone. You know I'm not saying that because I treat you like a kid. I'm not your father. But there's a reason the Avengers are a team and not just one person, okay? Someone else has to know where you're going or what you're doing in case something like this happens." Loki reached out to softly put his hand over where he noticed Peter focusing on, carefully casting a spell to alleviate the pain. "If you don't want to tell your fathers or Captain Righteous Pain in the Ass, you can tell me." Loki dropped his hand. "I'm almost scared to ask why you were looking for something for a friend at a Hydra base, though."

[spideyboyspideyboy]

"I know, I know," Peter insisted, shaking his head and immediately wincing. He sighed, twisting his hands together in his lap. "But if I had asked to do this, no one would have let me go. And I just -- I just wanted to look around a little, I wasn't going to. I didn't mean to get --" He was still trying to wrap his mind around the last few hours. It wasn't the first time a bad guy had knocked him down, but they stuck him in a cell. With chains. The suit had kept them from rubbing against his wrists, but he still felt the weight of them there, like a phantom pain, a shadow sensation. "No one was supposed to find out. I was going to go in, listen for a minute, and then get out." That had been the plan, he had repeated it over and over and over on the way there. He felt Uncle Loki sit down beside him, and Peter stole a glance over. "You are," he admitted, still worried that maybe his secret wasn't so safe. "No, but I just -- I..." The pain swelled for a minute, he held his breath, and then he felt a soft hand on the back of his neck. A soothing sensation drifted over him, the pain settling and disappearing almost entirely. "Magic is cool," he said again, letting out the breath. "Thanks." He was quiet for a moment. "I keep Spiderman a secret so that he's judged based on his own actions. Not because he's kind of an Avenger, or... Because of who his dad is." Peter looked up at Loki now, biting down hard on his lip. "If I had told you, would you really have let me go? I can't explain it all, it's not mine to tell, but -- it's important. I thought I could help," he murmured. "And maybe -- I don't know. Maybe if I pulled it off, then I'd feel like... Doesn't matter now, I guess." He shook his head, without so much pain this time. "Bruce wants to adopt me, and my dad is showing me how to take over for him someday, but if I can't even pull off one solo-mission, how am I supposed to say yes to either of them?"

[fvlcxns]

👻 ; @spideyboyspideyboy

Sam padded down the hallway to the common area, checking her phone screen to see it was three in the morning. She let out a breath and looked up, just in time to nearly bump into Peter walking into the kitchen. "Shit -- hi. Sorry." Ever since Steve told her the truth about her mom, all the scenarios of how this could go bad were the stars of her nightmares. "I didn't know anyone else was up. At 3 am." Sam gave him a small smirk and stepped inside the kitchen. "You good?"

[spideyboyspideyboy]

"I could ask you the same question," Peter pointed out, hand on his chest. "But first I have to have a heart attack." He gave her a small smile, only joking. "I heard you coming down the hall, I went to meet you in the hall so this wouldn't happen. Just my luck I guess," he quipped. He jerked a thumb over his shoulder. "I had an idea for something like four hours ago and got really into it. What's your excuse?"