I’ve had a few people ask for Peter sick while staying over night at Stark Tower. I’ve taken pieces from each and combined to make this fic!
Word Count: 2001
Peter’s drowning; his body is sinking
towards a bottomless pit. The water around him is hot, borderline boiling, and
he tries to kick up, to swim to the surface. But, he can’t. He can’t move his
legs; they are stiff and tense. He flails his arms about to try and keep from
sinking, but nothing works. It feels as if there’s an anchor tied to his foot
and pulling him down, down, down, with no end in sight.
His lungs are burning in his chest; his
cheeks are puffed out with the small, remaining air keeping him conscious. An
unsettling grey color teases at the edge of his vision, and he knows now he
doesn’t have much time left.
In front of his fading vision, the water
begins to bubble against the heat until a shape forms, a shape that has Peter’s
mouth opening in a gargled gasp. Before his strained eyes, Aunt May floats,
face smiling and warm, and Peter reaches out desperately.
“Aunt May,” he calls, voice tense and lost
against the heated water as he grasps before him. “Aunt May, please!”
May!” Peter jerks up in bed with a strangled sob that grates against his
burning throat. He clutches one hand to his neck while the other fists the damp
sheets pooling around his waist. Sweat has his plain blue shirt clinging
uncomfortably to his skin, leaving him feeling oddly chilled and shaking. He
makes a slow move to lift his shirt over his head, but the small motion of
raising his arms above his head pulls painfully at his cramping stomach, and
next thing he knows, his stomach is lurching violently.
Watched Spiderman homecoming and uh not really trying to prove anything to anyone idc if it’s confusing or not just as long as i get to post this cause like bruh
Ok but like that moment when Peter starts yelling at Tony at the end of the boat scene and he says, “If you actually cared you’d be here-!” And Tony just walks out of his Iron Man suit like not even flinching at the comment like did he just indirectly just say he cares about Peter cause that’s what I got out of it.
Also when he starts scolding Peter then stops mid way to say, “Great, I sound like my dad,” liike?? Um I’m sorry whaat??
Then at the end when Peter proves himself to Tony and he just throws an arm over his shoulder then just goes, “All you need was some tough love,” i’m soRRY WHAT I JUST OKYS AND HIS FACE WHEN PETER REJECTED HIS OFFER HE LOOKED HURT MAN
Tony is Peter’s dad and no one can say anything otherwise.
I’m going to see spider-man: homecoming in theaters 10 more times before it goes out on DVD, I’m going to buy all of the merchandise, get myself a sleeve of tattoos dedicated to the main characters and some of the best lines, I’m going to buy the DVD on blu ray and the regular version, I’m going to go to Starbucks and tell them my name is Mrs. Holland, I’m going to comment on Zendaya and Laura’s posts like we’ve been best friends for ages, and everything I say from now one is going to somehow relate to spider-man: homecoming
How can you say that Uncle Ben is vital to Spider-Man and then say that Peter doesn't have to be cis? Him being cis is really important to his plot.
okay, peter parker was initially reckless and irresponsible with his powers, and that behavior inadvertently got his uncle ben killed. this caused peter to realize the importance of his powers and that he had a responsibility to use them to do the right thing, and protect the people who can’t protect themselves. he chooses to become a hero and honor uncle ben. if uncle ben hadn’t of died, peter wouldn’t have learned this lesson, and he wouldn’t have become spider-man. so yeah he’s kinda vital.
but yeah, ur right, remember that time the radioactive spider was about to bite peter and then before it bit him the spider was like “woah dude wait you’re cis right” and peter was like “ya” and the spider was like “oh man okay good, bc i only bite cis people. i mean i’m fine with trans people but you know, i just prefer to bite cis people, i have a lot of trans friends and have no problem with them, but you know” so i guess you’re right, peter parker has to be cis
(I love you too!! I’m not sure if this was what you were expecting but I hope you like it!)
Eleven heard the shriek from the kitchen and quickly ran down the basement stairs. Mike was backed up against the bathroom door, his eyes wide and face pale. El looked around the room, expecting another demodog or worse.
“What is it?”
“There.” He pointed a shaky finger at the table.
She crept close and then she saw it, lying on top of his campaign folder.
“It’s a spider.”
“Yeah, I know!!”
She looked back at him, brow furrowed. “Mike, it’s dead.” She wasn’t sure what the problem was.
“I know, but like…that doesn’t matter! Can you just get rid of it? Please?”
“Are you scared?”
“Just take it off!”
He looked serious and she decided to take pity on him. After balling it up in tissue and flushing it down the toilet (which Mike supervised from the doorway), she placed a hand on his cheek.
“It’s okay, I saved you.”
He blushed and looked down. “Sorry, I just…I really don’t like spiders.”
Two weeks later, when she found a bag of plastic spiders at Melvald’s, a wicked grin came to her face and she called for her companion.
idea: peter reconsiders his favorite color words: 700 warnings: / note: requested
Peter’s favorite color had never been yellow. It wasn’t that he disliked the color, but moreso preferred the gentle tones of the sky. They reminded them of his mother, who once sat beside him and described the many billows of white among the sky.
The heat with which Spider-Man kissed you was almost startling. It had been as if you two hadn’t seen each other in ages, which isn’t true since you had a date yesterday on top of the Pizza Hut nearby your place.
Spider-Man’s warm tongue glided over yours with not quite perfection but damn near good enough for you.
You had to pry yourself away from him after a few minutes and force him to talk.
“What’s wrong?” you asked, holding his hands.
Spider-Man rolled his mask down over his mouth again. “I guess you could say it’s been a rough night,” he admitted.
You smile apologetically. “How bad?”
“Not so bad. But when everything builds up you just have to find a way to take it out and beating up bad guys isn’t enough so-”
“So you take it out on me instead?” You conclude with a laugh. “Don’t worry,” you assure your boyfriend when he begins to fret over the choice of words. “Making out with you is really fun. But maybe things are building up because you don’t talk about it.”
Spider-Man groaned. “Here we go” he seemed to say.
“I’m being serious.”
“I know that you’re being serious,” Spider-Man responded. “That’s why I hate it.”
You pout and lean back against the low wall on the roof, looking down at the traffic and shadows and blinking lights. “If you don’t trust me, you can just say so,” you mumble.
“Y/n,” Spider-Man said softly. “I do trust you. It’s mostly myself I don’t trust. Nobody can know about-”
“About your secret,” you finish for him. “I know that! I know everything you’re going to say! Spider-Man isn’t a party trick, it’s not a game, you’ve told me all of it!”
Spider-Man sighed. You can see his face moving underneath the mask, most likely becoming pinched with frustration.
“I’ve never seen your face,” you finally say. The wind blows across your forehead. “I’ve let you seen most of me and yet you never let me see your face. Maybe I trust you too much.”
Spider-Man looked hurt. You looked hurt too probably. You felt hurt, coiling across your ribs and binding your arms and feet, making you claustrophobic despite being out in the open with pleasantly cool wind reminding you that you aren’t bound.
“I wish that I could,” Spider-Man whispered. “But I can’t.”
You nod. “I know.”
“Are you upset with me?”
You shivered. “I don’t know,” you admit, turning to look at him. “I’m upset in general. Upset and confused and torn.”
Spider-Man held his head in his hands. “You don’t deserve this, you know. Stupid dates on roof tops. Going out with someone you don’t even really know. Not being able to even say you have a boyfriend.”
“So? Are you saying we should break up?” you ask.
“Then what are you saying?”
“I don’t know,” he lamely replied. “I know that I don’t want to give you up. I want to be selfish and keep you so that I’m happy.”
“And what about my happiness?” you ask again.
Spider-Man took a deep breath. “What would make you happy?”
You clench your fists tightly. “I think you damn well know,” you snap, glaring at him hard. You look away quickly. “I’m going to sleep. I have a stupid chem test tomorrow and I would rather not fight with you.”
“Wait, a chem test tomorrow?” Spider-Man smacked his forehead. “A test tomorrow!” he exclaimed to himself. You stare in confusion. “Huh?”
“I-I forgot that you have school on Sundays!” he stuttered.
“Tomorrow is Friday,” you correct sharply. You don’t understand what he’s saying but you’ve become much to angry to bother asking what was wrong. “Goodnight.”
“Y/n, wait, are you going to leave without fixing this? Without fixing us?” Spider-Man took your hand to stop you, the way Romeo would try and stop Juliet.
You pulled it back. “The only one who can fix this is you, babe,” you say hoarsely. “Goodnight.”
You slump onto the sofa and sigh contently. The tension from today drained down your legs; school started early-as usual-and sucked-as usual-and Peter Parker slammed into you in the hallway, making you spill a peach cup down your hoodie. He stuttered and stumbled over himself to apologize and help. You could only take a breath and smile gently.
Peter’s pretty cute and dorky. In a lot of ways, he reminded you of your boyfriend. Your stupid boyfriend.
So you gently touched his shoulder and assured him that you weren’t mad. Then the morbid chemistry test came, and Peter sat down behind you. It’s such a strong thing to accuse someone of, and you definitely don’t want to outright accuse him, but you’re pretty sure that Peter cheated off your test. He kept staring at you the entire class. But he’s majorly smart and so goody-goody that you can’t picture Parker doing such a thing.
You made a mental note to get a peek at his score; if it’s the same then you might look into it more.
You tried really hard not to think about Spider-Man during school and now that you’re home, there’s nothing to distract you. Your mom is off at the store or at her office so you’re alone with thoughts.
Just as you considered eating ice cream straight from the carton the doorbell rang. You didn’t answer it. Besides, you’re alone, so what if you get kidnapped?
Of course it rang again, followed by impatient knocks. You stomped across and opened the door.
The last person you expected to be at your door stood right in front of you now. “Peter?”
He looked so relieved.
“How do you know where I live?” you ask, shifting uncomfortably on your legs.
“Y/n, I need to tell you something right now and I’m not going to chicken out or anything because you’re right! You need to be happy too. I trust you so much and I will protect you with my life.”
You stared wide eyed at Peter, who ranted on and on about things that didn’t make sense. “Are you alright?” you ask slowly. “I can call someone for you if you’d like. Uber okay? I have some cash you can bor-”
“I’m Spider-Man,” Peter blurted out.
“Haha…wait a second. What did you just say?”
“I…I said that I’m Spider-Man,” Peter said again, sounding more confident this time. “I’m Spider-Man and I’m sorry and I’m in love with you.”
You put a hand over your forehead as the floor begun to spin underneath you.
“Oh, shit,” Peter hissed when your eyes rolled back and you slunk to the floor. Peter caught you in time and sighed heavily to himself. “That went well.”
Ever since you found out about Peter being Spider-Man, he’s been distant. He told you. You were suspicious since you’d been dating awhile and you paid attention but he told you himself which you greatly respected and appreciated but, he was distant since telling you.
He didn’t tell you what he did while he was being Spider-Man which, usually didn’t bother you. However, when he would come to school the following day with a black eye or he’d come by your house after and he’d be bloody, you’d question it. The most you ever got out of him was that it was just some bad guys and not to worry. You understood he couldn’t tell you everything but it’d be nice if he told you something every now and again.
Scenario: Fine Dining + Reader wanting revenge on Cap
Y/N has started a chat.
Y/N has invited Peter, Wade.
Y/N: Help me, spoderman!
Y/N: and bring chimichangas daedpewl. I’m hungry.
Peter: I thought you were in serious trouble for a second!
Wade: Peetie almost wet his pants.
Y/N: I am!
Peter: We’ll see when Wade and I get there. Aren’t you supposed to be having a celebratory mission dinner?
Y/N: I was but I had to flee.
Wade: I told you those fancy restaurants are crap! What’s wrong if I want to dine in the nude? it’s freeing. Did you at least get any breadsticks?
Y/N: Yeah I got like 6 for you.
Wade: I need more.
Peter: So wanna tell us what happened? We still have 10 minutes until we reach you.
Y/N: wait i didn’t tell you where i am
Wade: It’s totally normal for a teenage boy to have a tracker in their girlfriends phone.
Peter: We’re not dating, Wade! I activated the tracker Mr. Stark put in your phone.
Y/N: Now I need a new phone!
Peter: He said it’s to keep us safe since we’re the youngest ones in the team!
Wade: Peetie stalks you. You should close your blinds at night.
Peter: Shut up, Wade.
Y/N: Anyway … Moving on.
Y/N: NOBODY CAN KNOW WHERE I AM
Wade: My lips are sowed shut.
Y/N: So what happened was: Everyone was having a good time, except for Bucky because Sam kept stealing his food. Then I see this person wearing a really cool Spider-man shirt and i was like, okay, wade would totally love this since he’s been looking for one.
Peter: Wait, what?!
Wade: Shhh I’m listening to the story.
Y/N: But I didn’t feel okay with going and asking them so I thought I’d take a picture of the shirt and just get Tony to scan for where it’s from. But I didn’t feel comfortable with doing that so I asked Cap.
Wade: Him? He’s so serious all the time there’s no way he’d do it. Maybe he should take that shield out of his ass, then he’d be more fun.
Peter: This is why you’re not on the team.
Y/N: Cap owed me a favor so he agreed.
Wade: WHO IS THIS IMPOSTER?
Y/N: So i was about to hand him my phone when i remember that time he never let me go on the mission to the Caribbean
Peter: that was fun
Wade: I wouldn’t know SINCE I’M NEVER INVITED.
Y/N: So as revenge, I turned on the flash. Cap took the picture, the flash went off, and omg i swear everyone in the restaurant stopped what they were doing and started staring at him
Wade: Yes, Barry. Get some.
Peter: Who’s Barry?
Y/N: AND THEN BECAUSE THEY DIDN’T RECOGNIZE HIM THEY STARTED CALLING HIM A PERVERT AND THEN THE WAITERS STARTED CROWDING AROUND TRYING TO THROW HIM OUT
Y/N: THEN SOMEONE WAS LIKE “IT’S CAPTAIN AMERICA!”
Y/N: And then all hell broke out so i bailed.
Peter: Oh man Cap must be so angry!
Wanda has joined the chat.
Wanda: Y/N where are you?!
Y/N: YOU WON’T TAKE ME ALIVE!
Wanda: I am not mad at you. It was very funny and the way the Captain started blushing. Too cute. But he is furious, so I hope you’re in a good hiding spot.
Wanda has added Clint, Nat, Bucky, Bruce.
Y/N: The whole point of staying hidden is to not draw attention to yourself…
Nat: Don’t worry, we were just worried about you because you left so quickly.
Wade: Hi, I’m Wade. Nice to meet you.
Nat: And for the last time, stop hanging out with Wade! He is twice your age!
Y/N: So since only the few of you were worried, I’m guessing the rest are mad?
Bruce: Tony is livid. That was his favorite restaurant and now he can never go back.
Peter: Don’t worry Y/N, you’re too cute to stay mad at.
Clint: NO MY CHILDREN YOU ARE TOO YOUNG TO DATE!
Bucky: Shut off your dad mode. They’re adorable together.
Peter: Oh and Wade and I might be late since Wade has ordered way too many chimichangas and we’re in our suits so I’m not sure how we’ll bring them over.
Bruce: You know where Y/N is?
Sam has joined the chat.
Sam: Tell me and maybe the Captain won’t be too mad.
Peter: I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Bucky: Were you really spying on the chat and waiting for the right time to join?
Sam: I was enjoying my dinner! And then that had to happen!
Y/N: You act like I murdered someone.
Wade: I once killed a man with nothing but a buttered lobster.
Clint: Someone ban him!
Sam has added Steve, Tony, Thor.
Steve: Young lady you come back to the base right now!
Y/N: Who? Me?
Steve: You are in so much trouble!
Peter: Give her a break, Cap!
Bruce: Yeah it was just a small joke.
Tony: SMALL JOKE? REPORTERS WERE THERE! I would track her but it’s not working.
Y/N: Really, Tony?
Peter: Y/N, open up, we’re outside.
Steve: OUTSIDE WHERE?
Peter: I’m sorry, but I’m not telling.
Y/N: Thank you! I could kiss you!
Peter: Well… I did carry a ton of chimichangas here.
Y/N has left the chat.
Peter has left the chat.
Wade: My Peetie and Y/N are talking about… Feelings. Ugh. I’m also sure they’re going to start sucking each others face off any second.
Clint: Oh god please don’t tell us anymore.
Thor: Has anyone checked the news yet?
Steve: What does it say?
Thor: “Captain America, beloved hero: A Pervert? Is this the man you want your kids to look up to?”
Bucky: This is hilarious!
Tony: You’re right. Why was I on Steve’s side? Someone smack me if I ever side with him again.
Bruce: I volunteer.
Tony has left the chat.
Bruce has left the chat.
Steve: I’m not a pervert!
Wanda: Calm down. We know that. This will pass in a few days.
Steve: Yeah, you’re right. I should apologize to Y/N when she’s out of hiding.
Wanda: And since our dinner was interrupted, can we PLEASE go get something else to eat?
Steve: Of course :)
Wanda has left the chat.
Steve has left the chat.
Sam: Since those two bailed on us like Y/N, can we all go get something as well?
Thor: My stomach is making noises, so yes.
Thor has left the chat.
Clint has left the chat.
Bucky has left the chat.
Sam has left the chat.
Nat has left the chat.
Colossus has joined the chat.
Colossus: Wade, I thought you said you wouldn’t get into more trouble.
Colossus: Sending Professor X love letters signed as Magneto isn’t funny. If you would just accept my offer to join the X-men you would spend your time more wisely.
Wade: Out of all the surprise characters, him? Fucking Balls of Steel?
Colossus: Who are you talking to?
Wade: Will you at least let me send love letters to Wolverine?