Hey, I was wondering if you could find me a fic where Tony thinks all Peter does is help old ladies cross the street and rescue cats and stuff but Peter reveals that he also helps rape victims and stops child trafficking rings
sorry for the wait! Is this the one? You will need an account to read
Spiderman is a choice, not a limit, Mr Stark by whimsical_girl_357
"It's wonder boy!" Exclaimed Sam loudly, drawing most if the team's eyes from the screen, "how many cats did you rescue today?"
"None." Peter hadn't had the time that early morning patrol, he'd been busy busting a trafficking ring with Daredevil. Then there'd been an attempted rape. The cats had had to make do.
Tony snorted, "losing your touch underoos?"
hey!! do you have any fic recs where tony messes up with peter and makes up for it publicly and everyone can see that he is sorry for what he did and that he actually knows peter.
Here’s this one for you.
You Heard Me Correctly, Mr Parker by anima_mea_amica
Is it a wonder i broke?
let's hear one more joke.
Then we can all just laugh
until I cry. - T.S.
“Good evening Mr Captain America Rogers, sir,” Peter replied and Mr Stark let out a guffaw, “God kid, you’re hilarious."
“I don’t know about the rest of you but if the kid calls me Mr Hawkeye or Mr Hawkeye Barton even once I’ll lock him in an empty room and set Fury on him,” Hawkeye said, “If you really don’t want to call me Clint, kid, call me Hawkeye.” Peter just nodded, his throat was way too blocked up to speak and there was a stinging sensation behind his eyes.
Sometime 6 months later, Peter hasn’t spoken to Tony Stark since and he wasn’t planning to ever again, that was until Mr Harrington’s announcement. But that wasn’t even the worst of it.
“I'm sorry, what? I think I misheard you, Mr Harrington."
“You heard me correctly, Mr Parker,” said Mr Harrington, gravely, “You’ve been banned from Avengers Tower.”
I read it a long time ago so I can't remember too much of the fic but I believe it was a oneshot and the avengers including peter were training. Steve was pushing peter on the weights and kept pushing even though peter kept saying he couldn't anymore. He got overwhelmed and said a big speech about everything he's went through then the fic ended with him running out of the gym. Not sure if it was updated more since. Thank you!
this is for you! Enjoy!
The Push. by Queen of the Seven Hells (miranda90)
Steve pushed him too far and now Peter's had enough.
I think last time I asked for fics where Tony and Peter had an argument of sorts, went on a longer hiatus, and when they met again, they were mad at each other. Peter would have become a more hardened Spider-Man and things like that. I think I had already read most of them since they were popular.
I was wondering if you knew of any underrated and more rare fics that fit the description, or at least fics where, before Tony knows Peter’s identity, there is animosity between them. It would be great if their fallout is about Peter becoming more of a vigilante (working with Daredevil and whatnot), or if after their hiatus, Tony finds out Peter’s been going to Daredevil and they’re vigilante buddies.
thank you!!<3
This one sounds the closest
I'd Be Fine (If I Never Saw You Again) by The_front_bottoms
I know I'd be fine if I never saw you again.
Till I see you again
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Peter Parker was sick and tired of being the one to initiate contact with Stark, not to mention hardly ever getting a response. It felt the only time Tony contacted him was to reprimand his work as Spider-Man. So, he leaves it to Mr. Stark to contact him. Unfortunately, this leaves Peter and Tony on a hiatus for 3 years.
Life has a funny way of bringing people together. Tony must now, in someway, work with a really resentful Peter Parker who is definitely not the same sweet 15 year old boy he remembers.
Hey! It's been a while since I asked anything. So, I was wondering if you could recommend any fics similar to "I told you I had issues" or "wake up to the smell of coffee". They’re so good and I thi k we really need more angry Peter in the world. That's it! Bye!
here you go
the long game by niniblack
“Your prints were a match for a missing persons case from ten years ago. A little boy who was kidnapped.”
The officer pulls out a picture that she turns toward Peter. It’s a little boy around four years old, with curly brown hair. “That’s you,” she says.
Peter shakes his head.
“Do you remember how you got to that park? Who left you there?”
“Lady, I don’t remember jack shit,” Peter says. “I was like four. No one remembers shit from when they were four.”
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Or: the biodad au where Peter gets arrested for selling drugs, and that actually improves his life.
Paradigm shift by Bergen
Peter got a Stark phone when he was ten. Adrian took him to a big store with lots of TV screens that all played the same video of Tony Stark declaring to the world that he was Iron Man. They ducked behind the microwaves, both of them giggling as Adrian stuffed the phone under Peter’s sweater.
They walked right out the door without tripping the alarm, and Adrian bought him ice cream to celebrate.
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After his parents die, Peter is taken in by the Toomes family. Things slowly, then quickly spiral out of control. All Adrian wants is to take revenge on Tony Stark. All Peter wants is to do the right thing. Why is that so much harder than expected?
The seventh escape by Bergen
Tony and Pepper snatched Peter up only a few weeks after the first Spider-Man video went viral. Real fucking coincidence, right? Suddenly, Tony Stark rocked right up at his group home, strewing business cards around like he was Oprah. If Oprah were an ugly white dude with a goatee.
“Big fan,” he told Peter, fasting forward through a video of Spider-Man catching a bus before it crashed through a road block. “In and out of foster care your whole life, am I right? I believe my wife and I could provide a very fitting home for you.”
“Pass,” Peter said.
Alone (When I Should Be With You) by HappyJuicyfruit
“No, I don’t think I will let you go.” Mr. Stark said, “not until you tell me what’s going on.” His grip readjusted, stronger than before, and Peter felt his chances of getting out of here slipping away from him.
That’s when he started fighting for real.
“Woah, woah, okay,” Mr. Stark’s faceplant fell back into place when one of Peter’s fists flew too close. “Pete, calm down. I don’t want to hurt you, I just- I don’t understand. What is going on? First you take down Toomes, and then you change your mind about Spider Man entirely? I give you back the suit, and you never put it on. Instead you choose to beat the shit out of these low lifes? What changed in two weeks?”
“Everything!” Peter shouted, finally pushing out of Mr. Stark’s hold. “Everything’s changed!”
Heyy!!! wondering if you could find this for me, i think its set a bit after homecoming, and happy+tony are like still kind of ignoring peter?? peter just starts to give up on seeing mr. stark as his idol and the hes fighting some villain and he finds Stark weapons. he takes them to tony and is like angry and all. thank you so much!!!💕
hello, sorry it’s been so long for you, but could this maybe hopefully be your fic? It has some similarities
I'd Be Fine (If I Never Saw You Again) by The_front_bottoms
I know I'd be fine if I never saw you again.
Till I see you again
-
Peter Parker was sick and tired of being the one to initiate contact with Stark, not to mention hardly ever getting a response. It felt the only time Tony contacted him was to reprimand his work as Spider-Man. So, he leaves it to Mr. Stark to contact him. Unfortunately, this leaves Peter and Tony on a hiatus for 3 years.
Life has a funny way of bringing people together. Tony must now, in someway, work with a really resentful Peter Parker who is definitely not the same sweet 15 year old boy he remembers.
Relationships: Nick Fury & Peter Parker, Quentin Beck & Peter Parker
Characters: Peter Parker, Peter B. Parker, Miles Morales, Gwen Stacy, Peni Parker, SP//dr, Nick Fury, Maria Hill, Quentin Beck
Reaching out to shake Mr. Beck's hand, Peter's spider senses suddenly go haywire.
Wincing, Peter numbly shakes his head and tunes out the conversation. Why were his senses going off? There were no threats here! He literally walked into SHIELD's base and shook Beck's han- Beck. They went off when he touched Beck.
Something isn't right here.
Or: Peter goes off at Beck and Fury bc he isnt dumb
What would happen if Tony just suddenly reappeared at the Avengers compound and the first person to see him is Peter, who’s still haunted by Beck’s reality bending?
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Three years after the final snap, Tony suddenly appeared outside the Avengers Compound, disoriented and weak but alive. He wandered into the nearest building, having to stop every few steps to breathe and clear the white spots from his vision, chest heaving. When he’d regained his bearings enough to look around him, he realized he was in the common area for the Avengers.
He released a sigh of relief. “Fri, what the hell happened?” he rasped.
He frowned when nothing but silence met his inquiry. Something wasn’t right.
He scrutinized his surroundings closer. It was similar to the compound he knew but not quite the same.
He staggered, hands gripping the back of the couch tightly as he was bombarded with images of the smoking ruins of buildings surrounded by scorched earth.
Right. Thanos and his cronies ensured that a redesign would be necessary. And apparently whoever was in charge of the rebuild either scrapped his baby girl or couldn’t figure out how to coax her into running their buildings for them without Tony’s brilliance.
Well, it appeared that this was once again Avengers HQ so this should be as safe a place as any to be until he figured out what was going on. He hoped.
Right now, he was willing to risk just about anything for a glass of water and the sight of the refrigerator across the room was too tempting. He shuffled across the room, leaning heavily on furniture and walls along the way.
He reached for a cup from the cabinet, but his shaking hands couldn’t maintain a grip, sending two glasses plummeting to shatter on the floor at his feet. Falling forward, he rested his forehead against the cool metal of the fridge and tried to hold back the frustrated tears crowding behind his eyes.
He heard footsteps padding into the kitchen but didn’t have the energy to turn around. If it was an enemy, they could just kill him at this point for all he cared.
That resolve was quickly tested when he heard the footsteps stop abruptly before he was suddenly hauled into the air and thrown against the wall next to him, an iron grip around his neck.
His eyes wide and heart about to leap out of his throat, it took him a minute to recognize who had him captured. Peter.
His muscles relaxed as much as was possible with adrenaline overflowing his system while still being pinned down by a superhuman.
If he was expecting the same reaction from Peter, he was gravely mistaken.
“Who the fuck are you?” Peter snarled, eyes flinty and mouth a tight line.
Tony’s hands were coming up, open-palmed in the universal sign of ‘I’m not a threat’ but they were webbed in place before they moved more than a couple inches.
“Well this brings back fond memories,” Tony joked weakly. Fight or flight brought out either life-saving genius or the stupid and snarky in him. Obviously this was a case of the latter.
Peter’s face twisted, grasp tightening around Tony’s neck. “What do you mean?”
Tony wheezed, wishing he could tap on Peter’s arm, something like real fear creeping through his veins. He’d always known Peter was among the most powerful of all of them, but his sweet temperament, even in the worst situations, made that easy to forget. There was nothing sweet about this hard creature in front of him, all rough edges, bared teeth, and corded muscle.
When it was obvious that Peter expected an answer, Tony let out a few pointed coughs, eyes darting down to the hand nearly cutting off his air supply.
When it loosened, infinitesimally but enough that he could speak, he answered, “When we met the first time, you webbed my hand to the door when I tried to leave,” he croaked.
Peter pulled him away from the wall just to slam him against it again. “How do you know that?” He growled, eyes wild.
“What do you mean how do I know? I was there, you idiot! I had that stupid webbing stuck on my hand for two hours!” Tony babbled, hysteria building.
Peter’s grip slackened but didn’t completely release. Tony could feel the fine tremors traveling from Peter’s hands into the thin skin behind his jaw.
“Something else. Tell me something else only you would know,” Peter commanded.
“What? There’s a lot that I know that no one else does. One particular item apparently seems to be how to get my AI integrated into this building.”
Peter wasn’t amused. “I’m not playing around, asshole. You have thirty seconds to tell me something to prove your identity or I’m gonna snap your neck.”
Okay. There was some motivation. Tony’s mind was racing, but mostly in useless circles, everything still cloudy and sluggish. He continued to latch on to their early interactions. “After we got back from Berlin, I did a video to show to your aunt and in one of the outtakes I made a comment about her wearing something skimpy. You didn’t think it was near as funny as I did,” Tony said quickly.
“That was on video. Easily hacked and found by someone else,” Peter dismissed immediately.
“I-I don’t,” Tony stuttered, panic setting in.
“I’m losing patience,” Peter warned, eyes narrowed.
“Just wait! I-I’m trying to-“ Peter’s finger brushed against Tony’s carotid. “Titan!” he shouted.
Peter’s whole body froze. “We were on Titan and you were the last one to disappear. You begged me not to let you go, to make it stop, but I couldn’t, I failed, and you-you died in my arms and I was left there alone and I never got to tell you how fucking sorry I am for dragging you into all this bullshit, for not protecting you and-“ Tony hoped that was enough because he physically couldn’t push any more words past the familiar mass of guilt that took the place of Peter’s suddenly absent hand in stealing his ability to breathe.
“Mr. Stark,” Peter breathed. Tony looked up to see Peter staring at him cautiously. Seeing him with eyes wide and hair rumpled, looking so suddenly, vulnerably young was jarring after the cold-blooded killer act.
“Hey, kid,” Tony responded hoarsely, knees buckling as he crashed to the floor, hands still stuck to the wall.
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Bruh. This was again supposed to be a start of a prompt that I wanted to just fill in a quick one shot, but this initial intro part keeps coming out much more involved than the single paragraph I plan for. 🤷🏻♀️ At least this version is much less intense/angsty than what I came up with a few days ago.
Hoping to continue this though and finally get into my original idea
