bro…can we talk about how similar peter parker and percy jackson are??? like, honestly:
-both accidentally blew up a national monument
-both are surviving (mostly) on luck
-both are devastatingly loyal to their friends/family
-both are literal living breathing forms of the ‘i-came-out-to-have-a-good-time-and-am-honestly-feeling-so-attacked-rn’ meme
-both can speak a different language fluently
-both live in nyc
-their dads are distant dudes but really do care for them and want to just see them reach their full potential (tony stark is peter’s unofficial dad fIGHT ME)
-can kickass and are badass
-both have a best friend who seems dorky in physicality but is actually the best
-both are school delinquents
-both have a single, motherly-figure raising them whom they would die for and vice versa (and lowkey tho…does anyone else picture marisa tomei as the perfect sally jackson or is that just me…???)
-have weird food obsessions (i.e. peters love for the sandwich shop and percy’s love of blue food)
-were both offered amazing positions (percy a god and peter an avenger) and both turned them down
-both have extraordinary powers
-both are still teenagers
Hey! I was wondering if you could write a fic where the reader is recruited to fight in civil war with Steve and she ends up fighting peter and while fighting they spark up a conversation and become friends? And then soon they become more than friends?
going back to peter in civil war and trying to bring out his more rookie/dorky side was fun but i went back and forth with a ton of ideas for this fic, i hope it turned out good enough and isn’t trash like me :( but don’t forget to request a fic if you’d like and follow!
The airport terminal was ripped into pieces as the minutes went by. The battle between Stark and Rogers had spread like a disease, influencing the whole team to pick sides and fight until one victor remained. I was among that group, suddenly finding myself fighting against the people whom I held dearest to my heart, supposedly helping Captain in this messy situation.
My back was pressed up against Wanda’s, circling around to defy anyone that came near us. T’Challa had tried his best to come and toy with us, my spine shivering once I heard the claws come out of his suit and pounce towards Wanda and I, only to be stopped by the force of her hands. I watched as his body flew across the premise, landing on pieces of debris.
“(Y/N). Spider-Man coming for you from Eastside.” Carter said over the intercom.
“Spider what?” I furrowed my brows, turning around only to get swooped into the air.