#underoospideytag

[underoospidey]

Event between Homecoming & Infinity War

An average lab day after school

The escalator arrives at Tony’s floor

Peter: *fidgeting while hiding something in his back*

Tony: (worried) Kid, are you alright? You seemed off today.

Peter: (nervously) Mr. Stark, do you remember this? *hands over an ironman toy helmet*

Tony: (half joking) Well… Certainly I’ve seen those in the local toy shop before. Wassup, is that yours? Miss me that much that you wanted to see my face 24/7 huh?

Peter: Yeah Mr. Stark… I mean it’s completely fine if you don’t remember. It was the Stark Expo event. I just wanted to-

Tony: (realised) Wait Pete- you meant like the Expo that held at… Queens? Back in 2010? You were the kid that tried to fire the drones with the mask?

Peter: Yeah exactly! I just wanted to thank you for saving my life over and over again even before we officially met. And I just wanted to say that I re-

*Tony holding back tears*

Peter: WAIT NO MR. STARK I’M SORRY IF I HURT YOUR FEELINGS I DID NOT MEAN IT I JUST WANTED TO THANK YOU AND TELL YOU THAT I REALLY LOV-

Tony: I love you kid.

Peter: (surprised)

…

…

-I just wanted to tell you that I really love you too.

[underoospidey]

Peter has many favorite celebrities, but he won’t admit it.

One of his favorite celebrity is Tony Stark, and as I said, he would never admit it in front of anyone, not even Tony.

May Parker, who has seen Peter growing up wearing his Ironman pajamas, ironman posters all over his room and Ironman merchandise. She would tease Peter about that one time he begged May 24/7 straight for a whole month to go to the stark expo when he was 7 years old.

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One day, Peter was in the Stark Tower making web shooter upgrades in the lab. He was on call with May the whole time, because Tony went to an emergency meeting like three hours ago.

On the call:

May: “Babyyy, are you having a good time with Tony?”

Peter: “No, he’s not here right now. He’ll be back soon, though.”

May: “Where is he? The Stark Expo? Did you beg to go? I’m sure he’d give you a VIP seat if you begged him, like you begged me for a whole month when you were seven.”

Peter: “Staaaaawp, May! First, he’s just busy. Second, I did NOT beg, and I never will. Third, that would be unfair to everyone else. I can’t just—like—get VIP tickets handed to me. Nope. No way. Never.”

Peter shook his head so hard his curls bounced, muttering to himself.

A voice suddenly cut in, casual and far too close.

Tony, right beside Peter: “Hey kid, what are you talking about?”

Peter flinched, hang up on his phone too hard that he almost broke his screen.

Peter: “Mr. Sta-Stark, it’s nothing, re-really.”

Tony: “You sure? You said on the call you want to go where?”

Peter: “N-No I mean- I meant the concert actually. The concert— yeah, the concert.”

Tony: “The concert???? Geez kid, are you underestimating my powers???? I’m Tony Stark, the billionaire. I could definitely get you the rock zone ticket or whatever you kids call that in a few calls. Yeah, I’m definitely getting you the tickets.”

FRIDAY: Mr. Stark, your requested concert tickets have been secured. Front row. Backstage access included.

Peter’s head snapped up: “Wait—you actually got them???”

Tony: “What, you thought I was bluffing? Please. When Tony Stark says you’re getting rock zone seats, you’re getting rock zone seats.”

Few days later, Peter attending the concert, with Tony, “for supervision purposes” he claimed.

Halfway through the second song, Peter’s phone started buzzing in his pocket. He fumbled it out, the ringtone blaring above the music, earning a couple annoyed looks from the fans crushed beside him.

Peter (yelling over the music): “Sorry! Sorry! Didn’t know the sound was on—”

As he shoved the phone back into his pocket, it hit him. His ringtone had played out loud. Which meant…

Wait.

Back in the lab, when he was on the phone with May—his ringtone never went off over speaker.

Because… because the speakerphone was on all the time.

Peter blinked. The noise of the crowd and the band seemed to fade in his ears.

Tony clapped him on the back, laughing over the music.

Tony: “Cheer up, kid. You’re living the dream. Concert tickets, backstage passes, and your embarrassing childhood hero sitting right next to you. Doesn’t get better than this.”

[underoospidey]

Peter Parker was in the lab, looking around those weird stones, or whatever newly discovered element collection by Tony Stark.

Peter, while holding a stone: Mr Stark, what the hell are these?!?!

Tony: Oh kid, that one stone you’re holding is called starkassium, a newly synthesized element by me.

Peter: Waaaawwwww this is soo cool!! What are its physical properties????

Tony: It’s shiny, extremely high melting point and most importantly it holds someone’s memories.

Peter: You meant this stone stores memories???

Tony: Well, not exactly. This stone is memory itself, it is made of oneself’s memories.

Also Tony, half jokingly: Kid, would you still remember me if I was a stone?

Peter, jokingly: Can’t promise!

10 years later

Peter is sitting in front of a stone, a gravestone.

He gave out his final answer

Yes, I would definitely remember you if you’re a stone.

[underoospidey]

Tony: …

Peter: Mr. Stark! You know something crazy happened today. I was on a school trip to Europe, and I met some guy called Mysterio that wears a fish-tank-like-thingy on his head and he was fighting some crazy elements so I joined and….

Tony: …

Peter: …and they turned out to be just some illusions! The fish tank guy was just controlling the drones and illusions the whole time and I got fooled by him. I gave him the EDITH glasses and basically got hit by a bullet train while fighting him and…

Tony: …

Peter: …and sometimes I still think you would come and save me

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(Peter, talking to Tony’s grave, knowing he will never get a response)

[underoospidey]

First writing prompt ✍️- Event after No Way Home

Part 1- Tony & Peter Reunions

It’s winter again—the season that carries nothing but bad memories. The streets are quiet, almost peaceful. Even the usual crimes seem to have taken a break in the bitter cold. Once, Peter would have thought that was amazing. Now, he feels nothing. Just the numbness. Just the hollow ache.

The silence and emptiness are slowly killing him inside. Memories flood in no matter how hard he tries to push them away, filling every corner of him with the weight of everything he’s lost. May is gone. Tony is gone. MJ and Ned are out there, living their best lives without him, as if he never existed. And maybe that’s for the best. Everyone he’s ever gotten close to seems to end up hurt.

The cold bites at his skin, but he barely notices. The pain inside drowns out everything else. He leaps, a webline snapping taut as he swings through New York—the city that once felt like home but now feels like a stranger.

He wants to go home, if he can still call it that. He exhales hard, eyes drifting over the endless lights of the city. Everyone keeps moving, living, forgetting. That’s what they’re supposed to do. That’s what he asked for.

But he could never forget.

A faint hum breaks the quiet—the low, mechanical purr of repulsors. His heart stutters. For a split second, he thinks it’s just his mind betraying him again, dredging up sounds he used to know better than his own heartbeat.

Then a beam of light cuts through the dark—brilliant, steady, impossible.

Peter’s chest tightens. He doesn’t dare blink. Standing at the edge of the roof, framed by the glow, is a man he watched die.

Tony Stark.

His breath freezes in his chest. No. This isn’t real. This can’t be real. Trembling, he feels like his brain has forgotten how to function. The figure steps closer, the glow of the arc reactor burning through the dark.

“Kid.” The voice is soft—too soft for a ghost.

Peter shakes his head, stumbling backward until his heels scrape the edge of the roof. “Mr. Stark? Is this some kind of prank—no, you’re not real, right? You’re just… an illusion?”

Tony exhales, something between a sigh and a chuckle. “Yeah, kid—real or not, I’m freezing my ass off out here.”

Peter’s throat tightens. His spidey senses scream at him to run, to swing away before this vision disappears like all the others. But his legs won’t listen. His heart is screaming that this—he—can’t be here. And yet… Tony Stark stands in front of him, alive, solid, impossible.

Peter breaks. Hot tears spill down his face, blurring his vision. Tony steps closer, wiping the tears away with a gloved thumb, his other hand settling on Peter’s back, rubbing slow circles. The touch feels like home.

For a long time they stand there, neither speaking. Finally, Tony breaks the silence. His voice is quieter than Peter’s ever heard it.

“Okay. Breathe, kid. Calm down and listen to me. I know this is insane, and I swear I’ll explain everything later, but right now…” Tony meets Peter’s eyes. “Right now, I need your help. I need you to come with me.”

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Okay this is actually my first time writing something like this with some help from the ChatGPT (lmao)

I’m wondering if I should do a part 2??? And please feel free to correct my writings and grammars because English is not my first language thank you so muchhhh<3333

[underoospidey]

Tony’s death, from Peter’s POV

Tony’s death is not a sudden downpour, it’s a lasting dampness that will haunt Peter for the rest of his life. It is an unpredictable tempest that beats in each tranquil nights when Peter’s mind is finally empty, no more intrusive thoughts, no more distractions, no more tears — or so he thought. Did he really move on from Tony’s death? Or he was not accepting the fact that he is gone.

He did not know the answer, as he was not even thinking at all.

(Is it even a question though?)

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Peter hates to admit it, but since the funeral, Peter actually did not really feel much about his death. He thought he was getting better. Maybe he can do this all alone. He finally moved on!

(Or did he?)

Well, he did not have to be a hero all the time, right? He can just continue to go on his trip, confess to his crush, watch the newest Starwars movie with Ned, apply to his dream college, continue living with May…and sometimes, swing through the New York by himself, it was no big deal, right?

(Is this what you really want, Peter?)

No, he did not want to be alone in his superhero life. So he handed the only thing Mr. Stark left behind for him to someone he just met. He just… looks so much like Mr. Stark when he wore the glasses. Well, Mr. Stark knows all his mistakes, why the hell would he even leave these for someone like him?

Is it stupid? No, he was definitely not stupid but he was just not thinking. He just wanted to leave everything behind, he is not stupid, he is just selfish.

Then, he was betrayed by Beck and left by himself all alone in Germany. Beck— the guy he handed the only thing Mr. Stark had left behind for and was going to kill his loved ones and half the Europe.

(You could not do this all alone, Peter.)

So he needed help. He was not thinking anything, as usual. He borrowed a phone. His finger dialed through a group of number on the screen, the familiar group of number that he dial every time he needed help.

The number does not exist, please dial a valid number.

He froze. Finally, the tempest beats in. Tony’s death finally hits in as a tangible evidence. This is the first time, after the snap, he realized Tony is actually gone. He never really evaded death, it’s just that he never felt it, or maybe he never accepted it. Rather than Tony’s familiar face fading away in front of him, he is more afraid of this familiar face reappearing when he thought he was finally getting okay.

The moment of realization delayed,

But the pain never fades away.

Sometimes, Peter thinks that Tony would still come and save him. But sometimes, Peter would just reassure himself that Tony merely journeyed to the afterlife a little earlier to prepare a brand new home for him, for Peter.

Whatever happens, Peter still loves him forever,

And so does Tony.

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Should I do a Tony’s POV of Peter??????