Witchcraft is versatile. It doesn’t have a strict, set image. What does your witchcraft look like?
My craft looks like globs of paint and gluing in random things in my grimoire that are never meant to be stuck on a page. It’s unplanned drawings, my awful handwriting, printed pictures and a million different aesthetics that don’t go together but exist side by side anyway.
My craft looks like me playing my miniature half inch harmonica necklace at my crystals because I can’t afford a sound bowl to cleanse them.
My craft looks like me shuffling my dirty clothes out of my ritual space with a feather in one hand, yarn in the other and 80’s death rock playing on my phone. It’s me facing out the window because it’s always too cold to go outside when you live in New York.
My craft looks like sigils written on my arm with liquid eyeliner because I don’t know if my acrylic paint is skin safe. It looks like me crocheting a scarf while playing an hour long YouTube video of a cat purring to keep the energies calm and relaxing.
My craft looks like me hauling my sixty pound tortoise outside in the summer and drawing in my sketchbook while I wait for the deer to come and check out my tortoise. It’s me looking up at the full moon and saying “ooo gurl, you’re lookin real good tonight. Nice job as always.”
What does your craft look like? I would love to hear about it!
“Well, well,” Tony said. “Lookin’ good, Spidey. Y/N.”
Peter blushed the way he always did whenever Tony complimented him (even if the compliment was slightly sarcastic). “Th-thanks, Mr. Stark.”
“I usually don’t get all mushy, but honestly, I’m very proud of you two. Graduating high school is a big accomplishment. Especially considering your… extracurricular activities,” Tony said, shooting a wink to Peter.
“Will you come to our graduation party, Mr. Stark?” you asked. “We’re having cake. And punch. And I’m pretty sure someone will try to spike it.”
“As impressive as that sounds, I’ve got plans. Y’know, superhero multi-millionaire plans. But thanks for the invite, kiddo.”
You and Peter watched as Tony disappeared through the crowd.
“Don’t worry,” Peter said. “He’ll… he’s really nice most of the time. And if he weren’t so busy, I’m sure he’d come.”
Unbeknownst to you, Tony had been keeping an eye on you ever since… well, ever since you and Peter had gotten together. That continued to be the case, even after you graduated and entered the ‘semi-adulthood’ stage.
“There you two are,” he said, joining your table at the café.
“Mr. Stark! What are you doing here?” Peter asked.
“Joining you two for lunch, obviously. So, what’s good here?” Tony picked up a menu, glanced at it quickly before tossing it back on the table, a small grimace on his face.
“What’s your ulterior motive?” you asked, taking a sip of your water.
“What do you mean?”
“What’s a big, important superhero multi-millionaire doing here in a small café with two teenagers?”
Tony straightened his shoulders. “Fine. Straight to the point. I like that.” He turned to Peter, hitching a thumb towards you. “I like her.”
Peter laughed slightly. “M-me too, Mr. Stark.”
“Look, you two are obviously in this for the long run. And since Spidey here is one of us, I’d like to formally offer you a room at STARK Tower.”
“Oh, Mr. Stark, we could never impose on you like that,” Peter said.
“Have you seen the size of the tower? You won’t be imposing. There are times when I go for days without seeing some of the others.”
Peter looked over at you. “Well… that’s quite the offer, Mr. Stark. Y/N and I will talk it over and in a few days–”
“We’d love to,” you interrupted. “When can we move in?”
A few weeks later, your stomach began to turn at the mere thought of food. You emptied your stomach multiple times before finally feeling like you might be able to move away from the toilet. Peter looked up as you stepped out of the bathroom.
“Are you okay?”
“Mm. Maybe. Just don’t mention anything… edible.” You moved to the closet, pulling a pair of jeans out.
“Maybe you should just… stay in bed today.”
“No, no. I’ll be okay. Let me just… go throw up again.”
Somehow, you made it down to the living area. The team greeted you and offered you breakfast. You managed to hold back your vomit, settling for lemon tea. After ‘breakfast’, you made your way back up to your room to find a small box sitting on the bathroom sink.
‘Where did this come from?’ you thought, picking it up.
Normally, you wouldn’t have even considered opening the box. But now…
Peter was sitting on the bed when you opened the bathroom door. “Were you throwing up again?”
“Not this time. But I was doing something even more unfortunate.”
Peter laughed. “Everyone does that, Y/N.”
“On a pregnancy test.”
“Oh?” Peter’s face dropped. “Oh! Oh. Oh… no. Wait… what did it say?”
You held the stick up. “I’m… pregnant.”
Peter’s mouth dropped open. He blubbered for a few moments like a fish. Then he jumped up, wrapping his arms around you. “Okay. Cool. Right. You’re gonna have a baby. No, wait, we’re gonna have a baby! Oh, boy. This is…”
Peter pulled back. “Is… is that really what you think?”
“Yes. No. I don’t know. I just… this is so weird.” You looked up at Peter. “Can we really do this?”
“I’m sure we can. Probably. Maybe. Oh, God, this is all happening so fast!”
Tony looked up as you and Peter entered the lab. “What’s with the long faces? Wifi not working in your room?”
Peter swallowed. “Um, Mr. Stark, Y/N and I… have something to tell you….”
“Um… well, you see… we kind of… well, I mean…”
“Spit it out, Underoos.”
Tony said nothing.
“What I mean to say is, Y/N’s pregnant. Because of me.”
“I know how biology works, son.”
“Right. Of course, you do.”
Tony nodded once, turning back to the helmet he was tinkering with.
“Um… Mr. Stark?”
“Aren’t you… I mean… are you mad?”
“Why would I be mad?”
“I… I don’t know.”
“Because we’re young and irresponsible and how dare we assume you would be willing to open your home to a child and–”
“Enough, Y/N,” Tony said, looking up. “Look, I’ve known you were pregnant since basically the moment it happened.”
You and Peter shared a look. “What?”
“JARVIS is able to do incredibly in-depth body scans. I know how teenage bodies and minds work. I figured this would happen sooner or later so… I kept an eye on you.”
“Oh,” Peter said. “Right.”
“When JARVIS alerted me of the fertilization happening in Y/N, I sought you out and offered you a place to stay here. You two will need help with the baby. ‘It takes a village’, right? Who better to be your village than a team of superheroes?”
You and Peter shared another look. “Th-thank you, Mr. Stark,” Peter said.
“Please don’t talk about ‘fertilization’ and me again,” you said.
You couldn’t help but laugh. “Are you going to say anything else?”
“I… I don’t know. This is all so… oh, my God.”
You shook your head. “Come here.”
Peter carefully sat down on the hospital bed next to you. You placed the little bundle of blankets into his arms, watching as both Peter and Ben squirmed uncomfortably. Soon, both settled, figuring out how to function with the other. Peter looked as though he was holding on for dear life.
“I just… don’t want to hurt him.”
“You won’t. You’re doing just fine.”
“Really? ‘Cause I feel like everything’s going wrong. Or it’ll go wrong very soon.”
“Shhh. Just… breathe.”
Tony poked his head in the room. “I hear there’s a new lifeform in here.”
“You make him sound as if he’s an alien,” you said.
“Jury’s still out,” Tony said, stepping in. He peered into Peter’s arms. “Cute. Kinda squishy, but still.”
“Aw, you hear that Ben? Uncle Tony thinks you’re cute.”
“You want to hold him?” Peter asked.
“I’ll pass until he can hold his head up on his own. And even then, there are no guarantees,” Tony said. “I just came by to tell you that Steve is making sure the final touches are put in the nursery. Everything will be ready when you three come home tomorrow.”
“Thank you, Mr. Stark. Really.”
“Anytime, Underoos.” Tony reached down, squeezing your arm. “Ms. Underoos. Underoos Mini.”