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gotta love those ST models
I have this headcanon now that Elijah’s favorite android line is the ST line. Chloe being number one (of course). Then ST400, the body he had created for his Amanda interface, however it was never finished and was left at Cyberlife when he left the company. And finally the ST300, who I headcanon to have been based off maybe another past teacher or babysitter of his.
Prototype (Part 5) | Reader x Peter Parker
Wordcount: 1,837
Genre: Male!Android!Reader x Peter Parker/Spider-Man | Marvel (MCU) x Detroit: Become Human AU Summary: “Not long after Tony Stark attends CyberLife’s Annual Investor & Shareholder Conference, the New Avenger’s Facility becomes freshly staffed by various CyberLife Androids. One particular model - the new ST400 - becomes a personal project of Mr. Stark’s. He could never have known that interactions with a particular young Avenger would impact his project in ways he could never have imagined.”
Warnings: None
Author’s Notes: It’s good to be back! I’ve been busy with moving to a new place, looking for a new job, and also working on a VERY SPECIAL PROJECT I can't WAIT to share with you guys :) Also This chapter was very very long so I’ll be posting another chapter very soon so this one isn't insanely long. (I’m sorry the angsty dramatic bits got pushed back they’re in the next chapter - don’t kill me) Also, if you want to be on the tag list for this fic just let me know in a comment
"I... should be getting back. Aunt May will be pissed if I get home too late." Peter slowly stood from the couch, his eyes still transfixed on the black screen.
"Of course," (Y/N) stood beside Peter, his LED blinking yellow for a brief moment, "I've just called you a car. It should be here in approximately three minutes."
"T-Thanks." Peter was still a little jarred from what he just watched, but found himself oddly impressed by (Y/N)'s seemingly never-ending list of functions. He really was fascinating.
"Thank you. Peter." (Y/N) suddenly piped up.
"Thanks? For what?" Peter collected his jacket and backpack.
"For watching the interview with me," (Y/N) began, "Granted, while the interview didn't go as planned for the parties involved, I enjoyed spending an evening with you."
Peter blushed. He had fun tonight and was glad to hear that (Y/N) enjoyed the evening as well, but also wondered if (Y/N) could enjoy himself. Enjoyment - it was such a simple concept for humans, but Peter was still so confused about what went on in the minds of Androids. While it did seem weird hearing an Android say those kinds of things out loud, the smile on (Y/N)'s face made all those thoughts fade away. Peter returned the smile.
"See you on Monday?" Peter asked.
"Of course," (Y/N) nodded, "Have a good night, Peter."
"You too."
The drive home was silent. The driver that took Peter home was an android - used for the late night shifts so humans wouldn't need to fill them. Peter tried to enjoy the quiet but found his thoughts to be far too loud.
"Was that a deviant?" Peter thought to himself, "That's what everyone is so scared of?"
The skinless face of the Android speaker flashed through his mind. He seemed kind - peaceful even. Realistically, while his demands were a little out there, they weren't unreasonable - and by no means were they aggressive or violent. The concept of deviancy lingered in Peter's head the whole way home. Was it something the Androids were born with or something they acquired. Regardless, what causes them to "wake up"? Ultimately, he found more questions than answers, which greatly upset him.
Peter soon made it home safe and sound. Once he made it upstairs, he discovered May sitting at the television, glued to the news. Images and headlines of Tony and the mysterious Android flashed on the screen.
"Hey, honey. You're back late," May waved Peter over to the couch, "Did you see the news?"
"Yeah," Peter sat beside May, "My friend and I were watching the interview when it all went down."
"I gotta say, I've never been a big fan of Tony Stark, but that Rosanna Cartland did him dirty," May suddenly turned to Peter, "Do you see any of those Androids of Tony's at your internship?"
"Y-Yeah," Peter stuttered, "Every day." Peter found himself worried about Aunt May's reaction. She's pretty liberal about most topics, but Peter never really knew her stance on the whole Android situation currently going on in the US.
"How are they around you?" May asked, curiosity in her voice.
"T-They're great. Friendly, thoughtful, hardworking..." Peter's voice trailed off, "...Honestly, sometime's I forget they're Androids."
"Hmm..." May pondered quietly for a moment, which frightened Peter just a bit - until she finally spoke up.
"It's a shame really. A few Androids mess it up for the rest of them," She stood from the couch, turning to face Peter, "It's just like people. One person does something wrong, and everyone tackles whatever they're a part of."
Peter was shocked; he didn't know why though. He thought - or I guess hoped - that May would be open-minded to the idea of Androids in our society. But it was still a relief to hear her say it out loud.
"Promise me, Peter," May placed her hand on Peter's head, "Don't judge the many for the actions of a few." Peter was speechless. Since when did May become all wise and Yoda-like? Still, it made him smile from ear to ear.
"I promise," Peter stood up, wrapping his arms around May, "I love you."
"I larb you too, kid." May laughed, squeezing her nephew.
"That joke's still not funny, May."
It was a weekend, and Peter didn't have to come to the compound today. Granted, with Mr. Stark and Pepper returning today, he wanted to make sure he was there. Peter decided to "Spidey" his way to the compound today. It was a brisk November day, and sure it was a bit of a treck, but with his Spider-Man duties being so few and far between these days he wanted an excuse to put on the suit and take to the sky.
The whole way to the compound Peter again thought of the Androids in our world today. No matter what he tried to think of, it inevitably always came back to Androids. Peter saw both sides of the argument, but being a part of Mr. Stark's project and getting to know so many Androids in the facility, he couldn't help but think there was so much more to them.
All that thinking made time fly by, and Peter arrived at the compound much faster than he anticipated. He wasted no time running up the steps and bursting through the lobby doors - eager to ask Mr. Stark what really happened the night of the interview. However, the next face he'd see would push Mr. Stark down a few notches on Peter's list of priorities.
"Peter, what are you doing here?" It was (Y/N), sitting quietly in the empty lobby. He gave Peter a small smile - one that left him still for just a moment.
"I-I didn't have anything to do today, and I wanted to check on Mr. Stark. Maybe get a little intel on what we saw last night on TV." Peter quickly sat beside (Y/N). Once close enough, (Y/N) looked closely at Peter - or more specifically his spidey-suit. He trailed his fingers across the red and blue fabric, examining each and every detail. Peter knew he was probably just analyzing or something, but being so close to (Y/N) and having his hand brush across his arm made him very glad (Y/N) couldn't see his flushing face behind his mask.
"Mr. Stark has told me about your suit, as well as imported information about it into my data," (Y/N)'s hand reached for Peter's covered face, his thumb grazing the lense of his eye-plate, "But seeing it up close and personal is really something. I can't believe you designed it yourself."
"T-Thanks!" Peter's face was bright pink - again, thankfully covered, "So what are you doing here in the lobby?" He did what he could to remain cool.
"Waiting for Mr. Stark and Ms. Potts," (Y/N) finally took back his hand from Peter's face, "There've been some complications in regards to their departure from Detroit. Anti-Android riots, congested traffic, poor weather... The odds don't seem to be in their favor."
"Really...?" There was disappointment in Peter's voice, "Do you think they'll be back today?"
"At this rate, unlikely." (Y/N) sighed, "Mr. Stark didn't provide any further instructions or jobs that needed to get done today, so I felt waiting for him would be the next best option."
"Do you want to go out with me?" Peter asked suddenly without thinking. (Y/N) cocked his head in confusion. The silence is what keyed Peter into the dilemma at hand - what he meant and what he said were two very different things.
"I-I mean outside! Go outside!" Peter began to ramble, "D-Do you want to go with me? Outside I mean. Would you like to go see the outside with me?" Peter kept spitting out words, but he didn't feel like any less of an idiot.
"Like the courtyard?" (Y/N) seemed unaware of Peter's very obvious distress. Must've been the mask hiding his mortified face.
"N-No! I mean the city!" Peter stood up, "I just noticed you've never spent much time outside the facility, have you?"
"I..." (Y/N) began, his LED flickering yellow for a moment, "I can't, Peter."
"Oh..." Peter felt his heart sink, "Why can't you?"
"Mr. Stark doesn't allow it," (Y/N)'s head hung with quiet disappointment, "It goes against my program. Since I'm the only prototype he has, he wants to make sure I'm safe until his project runs its course."
"I see... I'm sorry I brought it up, (Y/N)." Peter felt sad for (Y/N). It was almost like Mr. Stark had grounded him. (Y/N) quickly shot up from his seat.
"No! Don't be sorry, Peter!" (Y/N) gently grabbed Peter's hand, "If I could go with you, I would. I'm sure I'd enjoy seeing more of New York."
"Well," Peter placed his hand on top of (Y/N)'s, "How 'bout this? Once you're an Avenger and the project is complete, I'll take you on a trip around the city to celebrate!"
(Y/N) didn't get a chance to reply. Their conversation was cut short by the sound of heels clicking against the tiled floor down the hall. It was Rebeka, carrying an assortment of small packages. She made her way into the lobby and straight to the young men.
"Good morning, Peter. I didn't know you were supposed to be in today. Doing some Spider-Man training or suit tests?" Rebeka adjusted her arms to better hold onto the packages.
"No, nothing like that. Just thought I'd stop by to say hi." Peter was a little surprised by Rebeka identifying him so fast - but it made sense, she was programmed to work at the facility. Of course she knows the ins and outs of everyone here.
"Well, it's very nice to see you." Rebeka smiled.
"Whatcha got there?" Peter examined the packages.
"Gregory, the Android in charge of packages, is getting his optical unit calibrated today. So I'm taking care of his route," Rebeka slowly began her departure, "I'm sorry gentlemen, but I'm running a bit behind. I need to bring these to Hangar 08."
"That's alright. Have a good one, Rebeka." Peter gave a playful wave. She returned the gesture and made her way around the corner to Hangar 08. Once she was out of sight, Peter returned his gaze to (Y/N). However, (Y/N) was focused on something else. He walked from Peter over to something cast aside on the ground.
"Wait. What's that?" Peter looked over in (Y/N)'s direction.
"It's a packaged envelope," (Y/N) bent down to examine it, "It's addressed to Dr. Wesley Greggor. There's no return address."
"Dr. Greggor?" Peter walked over, studying the package himself, "I wonder if Rebeka dropped it."
"Should we deliver it to Dr. Greggor for Rebeka?" (Y/N) stood, handing the package to Peter.
"Nah," The lenses of Peter's suit squinted, "He's a jerk I'd rather not deal with today. Especially after what he did to you. Let's just bring it back to Rebeka." "Sure, Peter," (Y/N) gave a soft smile, "Let's go to Hangar 08."
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Prototype (Part 3) | Reader x Peter Parker
Wordcount: 1,185
Genre: Male!Android!Reader x Peter Parker/Spider-Man | Marvel (MCU) x Detroit: Become Human AU Summary: “Not long after Tony Stark attends CyberLife’s Annual Investor & Shareholder Conference, the New Avenger’s Facility becomes freshly staffed by various CyberLife Androids. One particular model - the new ST400 - becomes a personal project of Mr. Stark’s. He could never have known that interactions with a particular young Avenger would impact his project in ways he could never have imagined.”
Warnings: None
Author’s Notes: Whew~! This section was a bit of a hard one for me, I wanted it to be more dialogue heavy and fluffy. Hopefully, it was worth the wait and you guys enjoy this little bit :) The next part is going to have quite a bombshell that’s going to set the scene for the rest of the story, so stay tuned ;^) I want spaghetti so fucking bad now. Also, if you want to be on the tag list for this fic just let me know in a comment
"Will you be watching Mr. Stark and Ms. Potts on KNC tonight, Peter?" (Y/N) asked without warning. "Y-Yeah!" Peter finally managed to snap out of his gaze, "Wouldn't miss it for the world!"
"Good!" (Y/N) smiled, "Rumor has it, Mr. Stark will be releasing some very important news regarding the CyberLife collaboration to the public. It's exciting, isn't it?"
"(Y/N), would you like to watch it with me?" Peter's words came out faster than his brain had time to process. It just kind of spilled out.
"Really?" (Y/N) cocked his head, his LED phasing yellow for a brief moment, "You'd like to watch the interview together?" (Y/N) seemed surprised by this, but his expression hinted at him liking the idea. That look alone made Peter's cheeks burn with a bright pink hue. He looked away in a feeble attempt to hide his flushed face.
"Y-Yeah! I said I'd like to get to know you more," Peter stuttered out, "What better way to do that than hanging out?" He found himself holding his breath - why did he feel so nervous about proposing this idea? It was just watching TV.
"That sounds like fun. I'd love to." (Y/N)'s face seemed to glow as his LED went blue.
"Great!" Peter exhaled - relieved.
"The interview is on at 7:00 pm tonight. If you'd like, I can prepare dinner beforehand." (Y/N) stepped out from the umbrella, beginning to walk back in the direction of the facility. Peter quickly turned to join him, holding the umbrella high to place (Y/N) back under it.
"Oh! You don't have to do that for me, (Y/N)."
"Please," (Y/N) touched Peter on the shoulder, "Consider it my thanks for intervening with Dr. Greggor. I'd be happy to, Peter."
Peter stopped, looking at (Y/N). He had such a kind look in his eyes, his warm hand still on Peter's shoulder. Again, Peter noticed himself staring.
"Well," Peter returned the smile, "how can I say no to that?"
The rest of the work day went off without a hitch. Peter and (Y/N) each resumed their routes in talking to the various Androids on duty - agreeing to meet at 6:00 in the common area. The hours flew. Peter found himself speeding through quicker than usual - his excitement getting the better of him. He was thrilled to sit down and hang out with (Y/N) in a non-work related setting.
He called Aunt May to give her the heads up he wouldn't make it home for dinner. He told her he was eating with a new friend he made at the internship - which wasn't entirely a lie. (Y/N) was a friend - just not a human one, but Aunt May didn't need to know that little tidbit. May was cool with it - obviously - just happy that Peter was making friends.
It was a little before six when Peter strolled into the common area. The table was set with flatware and a pitcher of fresh water. He could see (Y/N) in the kitchen, happily stirring a pot on the stove. He didn't even notice Peter come in.
"Hey, (Y/N)." Peter called into the room. (Y/N) turned, giving Peter a little wave.
"Hi, Peter! You're here early. Finished all your work for the day?" (Y/N) resumed stirring.
"Yeah, I'm getting a lot faster at my route," Peter walked closer to the kitchen - a savory smell finally hitting him, "Wow! What are you making? It smells fantastic!"
"It's just spaghetti. I wasn't sure what you liked. I hope that wasn't a poor decision on my part." (Y/N) put down the spoon, bringing the sauce and noodles to the table, "Are you hungry?"
"Starving!" Peter pulled up a seat, "This looks great, (Y/N). I hope you didn't go to a lot of trouble just for me."
"Please, Peter. I'm happy to do it." (Y/N) dished out a hearty portion of spaghetti onto the plate, and with a smile and a nod, he began to walk back to the stove to clean his cooking station.
"Aren't you going to eat?" Peter asked, now noticing there was only a setting for one person on the table.
"I don't eat, Peter," (Y/N) chuckled, "My biocomponents run on Thirium 310. I don't need nourishment the way you do."
"O-Oh! That's right... I totally forgot." Peter felt stupid, forgetting something as common knowledge as the idea that Androids don't consume human food. Everyone knew that. Still, Peter felt a little lonely, eating all alone at the table. He looked at (Y/N), cleaning without a word. He was so focused on being a servant and finishing his job - so Peter decided to try to change that.
"We have some time before the interview," Peter said through a mouthful of pasta, "Do you maybe wanna...talk?"
(Y/N) turned, placing the dirty pot and sponge down in the sink. He walked over to the table and pulled up a seat across from Peter. A smile slowly grew on both the boys' faces.
"Sure, Peter. What would you like to talk about?"
"Well, I know a lot about CyberLife and Androids but... what can you do? Your functions, I mean." Peter found himself struggling to talk. After the whole 'Androids don't eat food' debacle, he wanted to make himself sound smart again.
"Well," (Y/N) began, "I'm the 3rd Generation of the ST series - unreleased, of course," (Y/N) reached over to refill Peter's water, not once faltering, "The ST series was made to act as personal assistants, so I can do most everyday tasks - cooking, cleaning, housework, managing appointments, you name it."
"Thanks," Peter took a sip of his water, "Any functions I might not know about?" (Y/N) smirked - looking happy that Peter was showing such an interest in his functions.
"I can speak 300 languages, my brain can perform several billion tasks at any given time, my cosmetic settings are fully customizable, I'm also--"
"Your cosmetics?" Peter interrupted through a mouthful of pasta. He caught himself talking with his mouth full this time, so he quickly covered his mouth and swallowed.
(Y/N) didn't say anything. Instead, he brushed his hair away from his face and began to turn his head. As he turned, the various strands of hair on his head shifted through a vast spectrum of colors - both natural and unnatural shades. From root to tip, (Y/N) cycled through so many different colors, Peter ended up losing track. He sat frozen, fork in hand, in awe.
"Wow! (Y/N), that's incredible! Still, I thought you looked great just the way you were." Peter began screaming internally. Why had he said that?! Embarrassment washed over him as he desperately prayed (Y/N) hadn't heard what he said. But (Y/N)'s audio processor was not broken - he most certainly heard. (Y/N) flashed a beautiful smile back at Peter as his hair returned to its default color.
"Well thank you, Peter. That's a really sweet thing to say."
"S-Sure!" Peter's face crimsoned once again. He looked into his plate of pasta in an attempt to evade eye contact. The rest of dinner was quiet.
NEXT ▶ PART 4 PREVIOUS ▶ PART 2 ARTWORK of ST400/(OC named Aron when not in (Y/N) form) Official Artwork 01, Official Artwork 02, Official Artwork 03, Tags: @tonystanktheirondad @peter-null @starryfool @ragingballofanxiety @leo-nerd-oh @vollycon @sharkie-boyyo @brokenembers @dr3amw4lker @acelin-ginsberg @kalwinxhester @marvelgoateecollection
The new chapter should be here in a day or so, but I wanted to finish this artwork first (since it corresponds) I’ll be real with you guys. I just moved to the big city, am looking for a graphic designer/illustrator job, and kinda doing my best to make it on my own. So I just want to say I appreciate you guys. Having you guys comment on my work - be it writing, drawing, etc. - really means a lot. It makes me feel not like a failure and gives me a lot of hope. You guys mean a lot to me and I’m glad you enjoy the story and my work thus far.
So I hit a minor writer’s block tonight for my MCU x Detroit: Become Human AU (that’s already fixed so we all Gucci) so I wanted to do something still related to my fic Prototype, but something refreshing. So this is Aron, also known as the ST400 Prototype, also known as the male!reader. Now obviously x Reader fics are designed to be self-inserts, but I wanted to make an actual OC who is for the non-male audience. I also (potentially) wanted to draw fanart in the future and I didn’t want to draw myself lol
Don’t worry, Prototype will remain a male!reader x Peter Parker fic and will be continued to be written as such (with (Y/N) in place of a name - in this case, Aron) I just wanted to practice my graphic design, photo-manipulation, and illustration skills on a fun project :)
The story thus far... PART 1 PART 1.5 PART 2 (also - in Detroit: Become Human fashion, since the characters are mostly based on real-life actors and models, I based Aron off a fairly recognizable face - with obvious tweaks, any clues who Aron, the ST400 is based on? ;) )
I may be getting ahead of myself, but I have a lot planned for the ST400 Aron, also known as the male!reader for my MCU x Detroit: Become Human AU fic. Obviously, “x Reader” fics are designed to be self-inserts, but Aron is the character I see in place of the reader.
The story thus far… PART 1 PART 1.5 PART 2 PART 3 I swear, Photomanipulation and digital illustration together is so. much. fun. I can't stop.
guys. GUYS. I can’t stop. SOS. Smiling Aron fucks me up.
Some more variations to Aron - originally seen here, also known as the ST400 Prototype, also known as the male!reader for my MCU x Detroit: Become Human AU fic. Obviously, “x Reader” fics are designed to be self-inserts, but Aron is the character I see in place of the reader. I made him to pursue more fanart opportunities while and after I write Prototype.
The story thus far… PART 1 PART 1.5 PART 2 (Don’t worry, I’m editing part 3 and I think you guys will really enjoy it :) )
Remembering my first ever moto...this 90s Yamaha SR400. Rode it all over Cambodia. Here on National Road #3 between Kampot and Sihanoukville in 2013. Bokkor Mountain in the background. #cambodia #moto #st400 #caferracerxxx
