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The Night Agent 3x04 Part 1 / Part 2
Peter whump moodboard because I like to rip people's hearts out on a Wednesday evening. <3
black eyes and heart-to-hearts
Summary: In which Peter comes home from school with a black eye and tries to hide it from Tony.
Word Count: 1,631
Genre: whump, fluff, hurt/comfort
Link to read on Ao3:
A/N: Part 3 of Whumptober 2021 @whumptober2021
Peter stares at his reflection in the metal elevator at the Compound, his black eye standing out like a sore thumb against his pale skin. He breathes out a sigh and closes his eyes, trying to ignore the dull throbbing that settled behind his eyes a while ago, hoping it’s not going to build up to a migraine.
There’s no way he’s going to be able to hide this from Tony unless he just hid in his room for the rest of the evening. There’s no telling if it will even be healed by tomorrow morning. He just can’t hide out in his room all weekend. Besides, it would draw up suspicion.
In today's episode of: Author is totally unapologetic
Identity Theft - Chapter 17 - Grace Under Pressure
“Mr...Mr. Stark?” Peter mumbled, his words thick and slurred.
Tony gulped. “Right here. I got you. It’s over now, I got you.”
Across the way, Steve grunted and roared as he fought to open the door. The pressures of the water snapped it shut every time he managed, struggling to squeeze his shield between the cracks. He didn’t stop, trying and trying again.
In Tony’s arms, Peter wheezed out a crackly, heartbreaking whine from the back of his throat.
“mr’...’ark...I...I don’t...I dn’t feel so good.”
Tony’s heat plummeted in his chest. He cupped his cheek harder. “You’re okay, you’re alright.”
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Identity Crisis - Chapter 20 - Parasite There was no anger left in the kid’s expression. No more resentment, no disdain.
There was just terror. A raw fear that Tony had hoped and prayed he’d never see again. A look that brought with it the smell of rotten seaweed, and sulfuric ocean waters.
“I don’t wanna…” Peter released a guttural sob, his words almost inaudible between each gasp that heaved his chest. “I don’t — I don’t — wanna go —”
And just like that, everything came crashing down at once.
I would love to see something with Nerve Damage. A good old whumpy Peter story? :) ily bby
Nerve Damage
~700 words.
Peter x Stephen
Peter sustains nerve damage and the resulting pain overwhelms him. WHen he hits his most hopeless, Stephen is there.
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Pain. Just…pain.
@badthingshappenbingo
Peter’s pain tolerance had always been decent, but this was too much. The incident had damaged something inside of him, and all he could focus on was the pain. It was mostly in his hands and arms, radiating up through his shoulders into his back. His enhanced healing had taken care of the obliterated bones, the torn skin, but for some reason, the nerve damage wasn’t healing.
And it hurt. The only comparison he could come up with was that it felt like electricity, white-hot electricity coursing between his fingers. It burned; a deep, painful burn that radiated up his arm.
Whumptober day no.4 + no 6 “human shield” “dragged away”
Character: Peter Parker
Fandom: MCU (after FFH, but an AU where Peter’s identity is still a not public knowledge.)
Word Count: 1,500
Summary: a field trip turned bad, Peter and his teacher Mr. Harrington, end up trapped in a cave.
Authors Note: so I’ve been obsessed with the idea of a whumpee Peter with Mr. Harrington as the caretaker, so I tried my hand at a fic. @this-is-whump-dammit (hope you like it, even though I know it leaves a lot to be desired) Might try this whump pairing again in a different scenario later… please, anyone, tag me if you write or find a fic with this whump pairing! (NOT A SHIP!!) Thanks :)
The school trip. Why did he always get stuck chaperoning the school trip?
It was supposed to be just for a day, not as intense as last time. Not that the school would let them go out of the county any time soon. It was a trip to a cave, the kids were supposed to be able to explore, and do some trial mining.
It seemed to be going really well until, the rumbling. They didn’t know what caused it, but the ‘supposedly safe’ cave was under the threat of earthquakes. It started small, grumbling and shaking, and everybody was rushed to get evacuated.
Of course, he and his class were all the farthest down, and farthest from safety. In the small, hall-like space separating some of the bigger openings, Peter Ned and MJ were being ushered out by him. More rumbling and a few rocks were jolted from the wall.
Ned stopped and looked at the wall, a spider-like crack dance its way to the ceiling. That didn’t look good.
“Go, go, go, go!” the teacher shouted, but it was already too late, another quake came and shook the whole room.
Rocks tumbled from the wall and above them. The last thing Mr. Harrington saw was Peter throwing himself in front of Ned and MJ, almost as a human shield.
Dust filled the air and everyone’s lungs. When it finally settled, the teacher realized he couldn’t see anything. Pulling out his phone, he checked the room. The rocks have completely sealed off, and he was alone. He sighed and relief. All the kids were on the other side.
“Are you all okay?” he shouted as best he could to reach them on the other side.
“Yeah,” “Yeah, we’re both okay. How are you guys?” asked MJ from across the barrier of rocks.
Good, they were okay. Wait. “You guys? What do you mean, it’s just me?”
Silence.
“Then where’s Peter?”
“I thought he got through…” the teacher trailed off, realization growing in his stomach.
“Peter?”
“Peter?”
“Buddy, can you hear me?” they all called at once.
He set his phone down, flashlight side up to try to free some rocks. Moving some small ones aside, he saw something, a hand, dripped in blood. With his stomach flipped he pushed another rock away to reveal a forearm. Hesitantly Mr. Harrigton put his hand to Peter’s wrist, checking for a pulse. Relief flooded over him as he felt the beat of Peter’s heart. He was alive.
“Found him!” He called to Ned and MJ.
“Is he okay?”
Mr. Harrington continuing to move rocks but paused his words. He didn’t want to scare the kids, but also didn’t want to give them false hope. “He’s alive. He needs help though, I want you to get to safety, then tell somebody we need help. Send a medic.”
But now over half of Peter was uncovered, blood was dripping from his forearm onto his face, and even in the dimly-lit room, he could tell his shirt wasn’t that read before. Bracing himself against the rocks he grabbed under Peter’s shoulders and pulled him away from the rock pile, his legs came loose with a jolt and they both landed on the ground.
Mr. Harrington held Peters’s head off the ground, pulling the kid close to him. It was not going to end like this. MJ and Ned had hopefully reached safety and called for help, but he couldn’t be sure. He turned on his phone screen. No signal. Figures. 40% battery. Hopefully, help comes soon. He turned his phone light towards Peter taking it in, he was unconscious still and his breathing labored.
Gingerly he checked his head, it didn’t look like there were any severe wounds. Okay, okay, what came next? He tried desperately to remember his mandatory first aid class. Most life-threatening wounds were head and… chest! That’s right!
He carefully examined Peter’s chest, from what he could tell it looks normal, if not a slightly odd bulge by the rib cage. Hopefully, it was nothing.
“Peter do I have consent to lift your shirt to check for trauma?”
He didn’t move.
“I really don’t want to get sued over this…” He said, lifted up Peter’s shirt, and saw a lot more blood than he was comfortable with. How was he still alive?
“No, no, no, no, no.” Mr. Harrigton rambled, ripping off his own jacket and putting it on Peter’s chest.
Number one is stopping bleeding, right? He looked at his phone, 22%. Crap. He would have to turn the flash off to conserve battery.
And that’s how he found himself, trapped in a cave in the dark, trying to stop a sixteen-year-old from bleeding out.
He was out of his mind with worry. He was a worrier by nature, and the circumstances were not helping in the slightest. He became extremely concerned with Peter’s breathing seemed to be slowing down.
“Peter? Peter!” and although not expecting a response, he got one. Peter moans and opened his eyes. In just the light of the phone screen, he could see Peters’s pained expression.
“Hey, hey, hey buddy, you’re okay. Helps on the way.” he said in his best I’m-not-freaking-out-but-totally-am voice.
“Ned? MJ?” Peter asked in a raspy voice.
“They’re fine,”
Peter closes eyes in relief. His head slumped back, unable to give any more effort. Mr. Harrington blinked away the swelling in his eyes.
No one should have to be in this pain. Especially not a kid. He shut down all of his spiraling thoughts, he couldn’t have a breakdown now, Peter needed him.
“Mister Harrington, I-” Peter was now clinging to him, desperately trying to form words.
“I-I-I- can’t breathe.” Peter’s eyes bulged with fear which made him panic even more. Mr. Harrington jumped to his feet desperate to help.
“What do I do? What do you need? CPR? The Heimlich? Peter…” he trailed off, his anxiety level through the roof. He tried to remind himself of the rule that it’s important to stay calm in a crisis.
“Help!” he shouted towards the unmoving wall of rock.
“Please, someone, help!”
Peter was now convulsing, clutching his chest trying to get air.
“Is it your ribs? Did they- poke your lungs or something you think?” he asked, not to Peter in particular, more just thinking out loud.
He settled for just putting a hand on Peters’s shoulder supporting him as he rolled himself over, he didn’t know why but this new position seemed to help Peter get more air.
“It’s okay. You’re going to be fine.” he wasn’t sure if his words even had a ring of truth, but he couldn’t bear to think any differently.
As the cave just seemed to get darker, his phone at 13% and Peter barely conscious, the future did indeed look bleak.
“Peter oh, you’re going to get through this kid, okay? You’re a brilliant kid, so nice. Although, you always seem to get yourself in trouble. I want you to keep being yourself. You’re energetic, blood-inside-the-body, breathing-normally self.” he was rambling now, fearing talking was the only thing he had now. Too distract Peter, to distract himself.
“Hey-move back as far as you can!” came a voice making him jump out of his skin.
With a smile that could win awards, he replied to the man on the other side. “We are back about 5ft now, I’ve got a kid in here that needs medical attention, bad. I don’t think it’d be safe to move him.”
But now he could hear at least two other voices.
“Stay there then. We’re going to start digging you out,”
17 minutes later, when he was at 2%, he saw a light. Then chaos.
Rescuers came in, attending to Peter. They lifted his limp body up to him somewhere safer too treat. One of the rescuer’s put his arm over Mr. Harrington’s shoulder, escorting him out, he didn’t even realize he himself at a bleeding leg. Never even felt it.
The fresh air had never felt so good. He didn’t really want to leave Peter’s side, nothing could happen to this kid on his watch. But he had to get immediately transferred to a hospital, and Mr. Harrington was sure all the parents were planning to talk to him.
With sirens blaring in the background, Ned and MJ rushed too see Peter, swerving around the parents that were swarming the area. He took one last glance at Peter being loaded on a stretcher.
He was going to be okay. He had him worried there for a second that he wasn’t going to make it. Now that he thought about it, it’s a miracle anyone could survive that crash. Then again, Peter wasn’t just anybody. He was his responsibility, his kid.
But man if he was ready to quit. Chaperoning at least.
Spider-Man fic - Peter's heightened senses give him anxiety and he passes out
Peter had been living a double life for a while now, he was used to being bullied at school and worshipped on TV. But all of that changed when his identity was revealed to the public. Luckily most of the world thought it wasn't true, that this young, sweet boy couldn't possibly be the superhero that they all knew. He was just a kid after all. And no adult could accept the idea of a teenage boy risking his life on their behalf. But for everyone in his life that actually knew him, the announcement only confirmed their suspicions. And so, life got very confusing for Peter. He didn't know when he was supposed to be himself, when he was supposed to be spider man, or when he was both.
Guess who’s about to update her long-ass fic?
I have finally finished the first draft of chapter 24! (and when I say first draft, I mean the first version of it that I will surely edit for about a billion times before I’m fully satisfied by it. Cheers!)