peters hand

i wanted you to be better

Written because this was announced about Peter Parker and Iron Man 2 and I have a lot of emotions about it. Also based off of this amazing art by the lovely @artinggrace i hope you dont mind that i wrote this off your art. So here it is! (Cross posted to Ao3)


Peter could hear his parents talking to his aunt and uncle in the other room, but he wasnt paying attention to what they were saying. His eyes were glued on the evening news that had been left on when everyone had left the room.

The newsman was talking about a press conference that had happened earlier that day, something about Tony Stark and a new robotic hero that had been seen fighting at Stark Industries over the weekend.

Peters hands clenched around the toy robot he held in his hands as he watched the red and gold one on screen. The picture was shaky and blurry, but Peter could clearly make out the red and gold robot fighting the big gray robot on screen. The face of it looked angry, its eyes radiating a bright blue that matched the circle of light in its chest. Peter gasped as the robot - Iron Man, as the newsman called him - caught the car that the other robot threw in his arms, gently placing it on the ground before taking off after the other guy.

Woah, Peter whispered, clutching his toy tighter.

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Remember this friendly Nova guy here? Thats Rhomann Dey, the one guy who arrested Peter multiple times in the past, was fully aware of Peters upbringing as a Ravager and his life as an Outlaw, but still laughed at Peters cheeky attitude, conversed rather friendly with him and believed him when Peter wanted to help Xandar.

So I actually headcanon that Dey was one of the very first officer to ever arrest Peter back when Peter was still a child and he just developed a soft spot for the cheeky, rude child.

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  • Missy: Oh, don’t be disgusting, we’re Time Lords, not animals. Try, nano-brain, to rise above the reproductive frenzy of your noisy little food chain, and contemplate friendship. A friendship older than your civilization and infinitely more complex.
  • also Missy: I hope my boyfriend wasn't too mean to you...He can be very mean sometimes. Except to me, of course, because he loves me so much.
  • also Missy: *makes out with Doctor against wall*
  • also Missy: My heart is maintained by the Doctor.
  • the Doctor: Two hearts.
  • also Missy: And both of them yours.
  • also Missy: Oh Clara, Clara, Clara. You know, I should shoot you in a jealous rage, now wouldn't that be sexy?
  • also Missy: Stop shouting, love....
  • also Missy: Ask me! Come on, you know you want to. You want to know what my plan is. You'll be surprised. I've got a gift for you. You know, I've been up and down your timeline, meeting all those silly people who died to keep you alive. And you know what I worked out? What you really need?...To know that you're just like me!
  • also Missy: I need you to know we're not so different. I need my friend back. Every battle, every war, every invasion. From now on, you decide the outcome.
  • also Missy: We can, we can go together [to Gallifrey], just you and me. Just like the old days.
  • Doctor: You'd be clapped in irons.
  • also Missy: If you like.
  • Clara: Since when do you care about the Doctor?
  • also Missy: Since always....
  • also Missy: Doctor, listen to me. I know traps. Traps are my flirting. This is a trap.
  • also Missy: Listen to that. The Doctor without hope. Nobody is safe now.
  • also Missy: The Doctor gave it to me when my daughter....
  • also Missy: *travels through a Dalek infested sewer and city in heels while keeping his pet safe* No. No, no, no, no. Doctor, what have you done? *runs towards danger to save the Doctor from his own stupidity*
  • also Missy: *laughs at the Doctor's sarcastic comeback like a schoolgirl with a massive crush*
  • also Missy: In a way, this is why I gave her to you in the first place. To make you see. The friend inside the enemy, the enemy inside the friend...Everyone's a bit of both, everyone's a hybrid.
  • also Missy: Please, I'll do anything. Just let me live...I'll be good, I promise. I'll turn, I'll turn good. Please. Teach me, teach me how to be good...I know I'm going to die. I have to say it, the truth. Without hope, without witness, without reward, I am your friend.
  • the Doctor: Of course she's not dead, she's a friend of mine. I may have fiddled with your wiring a little bit.
  • also Missy: *stays in Vault for decades even though she could escape at any time*
  • also Missy: C'est super. So, what have you got so far? *drapes herself across piano whilst encouraging the Doctor to puzzle out how to defeat the monks*
  • also Missy: *cries* ...You didn't tell me about this bit.
  • the Doctor: I'm sorry, but this is good.
  • also Missy: Okay.
  • also Missy: *peers shyly around console rotor*
  • also Missy: Sure, that's fine...But Doctor, please tell me, really. Are you alright?
  • also Missy: *cries* I don't even know why I'm crying. Why, why do I keep doing that now?
  • the Doctor: I don't know. Maybe you're trying to impress me.
  • also Missy: Yes. Probably some devious plan, that sounds about right.
  • the Doctor: Well the alternative would be much worse.
  • also Missy: Really?
  • the Doctor: The alternative is that this is for real and it's time for us to become friends again.
  • also Missy: Do you think so? *Takes step forward. The Doctor steps back, then tentatively takes Missy's hands in his own. Missy gasps in surprise.*
  • the Doctor: I don't know. That's the trouble with hope. It's hard to resist. *Lets go of Missy's hands and walks away.*
It’s a [Tinder] Date! (Part 1/3)

Summary: Thinking he needs to find a date, Natasha signs Steve up to Tinder. In Queens, Peter Parker does the same to you. Its a match!

Word Count: 1,723

A/N: This is already planned out and written (in my head). I loved writing this.

Originally posted by imaginingbucky


Nat raised a brow, a mysterious curve to her smile. Steve was immediately suspicious. He felt his shoulders stiffen and his back straighten. He knew he looked like he had a stick up his ass, but he couldnt help himself. Not when Natasha looked like the cat that had eaten the canary, and wanted to get caught.

You left your phone on the coffee table, she said. Her tone was relaxed, which made Steve more nervous.

His eyes narrowed. What did you do, Romanoff? he questioned, broad arms crossing over an equally-broad chest.

She merely shrugged before she turned her right-hand palm-up and relaxing it. Steves phone was revealed. See for yourself.

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