May: Você está certo.
Modi: Essa é ... Essa é uma frase incomum para você. Você acabou de aprender?
May: Você está certo.
Modi: Essa é ... Essa é uma frase incomum para você. Você acabou de aprender?
Peter, to aunt May: I signed over my pay check to you.
Peter: I want you to go buy yourself something pretty or, I don’t know... electricity.
This is the only @sicktember fic I've written that only uses one prompt! It was a lot of fun to write and I hope you enjoy it!
Poster Child - happyaspie
No Archive Warnings Apply || Rated T || Word Count 3495 || Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, May Parker
Summary: It seems like every time, May, Tony or Pepper walk past Peter, he has some sort of processed sugar in his hands. And after some discussion, they decide to stage a dramatic intervention. “Not my gummy worms!”
Part 8 of the Sicktember 2021 series
[Excerpt Below the Cut]
With his eyes held downcast and his hood pulled all the way up over his head, Peter trudged down the slush covered streets of Queens. He could see the familiar bodega in the distance and took a quick peek at his watch. It was already getting late and he didn’t want to miss his opportunity.
“Hey, you got anything for me?” he questioned, taking a step back in surprise when only a singular package was set before him. It was Friday and typically, even if he was running late, he would be able to get enough of a stash to get him through the weekend. “Just the one?” he asked, as his heart sank further down into his stomach.
“Sorry, Kid. I didn’t see the supplier today,” the man shrugged.
Peter took a deep breath in through his nose and released it through his mouth in a calming manner. “It’s fine. This is fine,” he repeated, mostly to himself. Then reached deep down into his pockets and pulled out a few crinkled up bills. “Just, uh- Just give me that and some coke and I’ll hit you up again tomorrow,” he said as he handed the money over with a trembling hand.
“I won’t have anything until at least noon but I’ll set some aside just for you,” the man promised, bringing a slightly hesitant smile to Peter’s face.
He’d been buying from the same guy for a long time and they had built up a rapport. He liked having someone he could trust. “Thanks Mr. Delmar,” he said as he shoved the bag of gummy worms into his backpack and grabbed a soda from the cooler. “You’re the best.”
“Yeah, yeah. Te veré mañana entonces,” Mr. Delmar replied, with a dismissive wave of his hand. Cracking a small grin before turning his attention to the cash register.
From there Peter hurried home to his apartment. He’d not gone out to patrol but he still had a curfew and he didn’t want to miss it. Especially since his May had the night off and would be there to notice if he did. He really didn’t want to get in trouble. His aunt, while very fair and affectionate, was also a force to be reckoned with.
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literally if I could change one thing in film history I would go back to 2011 and give Andrew Garfield his rightful oscar for best supporting actor in The Social Network. I have no idea what that would do to the time space continuum and I simply don’t care. He deserves it
Peter didn’t come down from his room until late evening. He could still feel the aftermath of his migraine, but it was down to a bearable level again. Tony put a plate in front of him with his saved dinner. He wasn’t really hungry, but he tried to eat anyway.
“How’s your head?” Tony asked and sat down next to him.
“It’s bearable...” Peter said, trying to focus on moving the fork to his mouth.
“We’re going to see another doctor about this,” Tony stated.
Peter groaned. They had already seen too many doctors to count about Peter’s headaches. They all said the same; that these migraines are most definitely serious, but it was impossible to say what was the cause of them.
“Is it really necessary?” he asked Tony.
“To ensure your health? Yes it is.” Tony softened a little at Peter’s expression. “Kid, we’re worried about you. We just want to make sure you’re okay.”
“I know, but I’m getting tired of it. these doctor’s appointments just feels so... you know, pointless. Because no matter who we turn to, they have no answer to give us.”
Tony put his arm on his shoulders to comfort him.
“I know, Kiddo. But we have to keep searching, either until we find what’s causing you so much pain, or until there simply is no doctors left to ask.”
After Peter had forced down at least half of the plate, they went to join Stephen and Morgan on the couch. Stephen had been somewhat successful in his attempt at making an eatable pie and they spent the rest of the Friday night eating pie and watching movies. Morgan had snuggled up in Tony’s lap and Peter had curled up next to Stephen, hiding his face from the bright screen in his adopted dad’s robes. When the movie ended Morgan sleepily walked away towards her room. Tony and Stephen worked together to get the sleeping teenager tucked into bed.
“Did May manage to contact the principal?” Stephen asked when they left Peter’s room.
“Yes. We will be meeting them this Thuesday.”
Tony took Peter with him in the lab at the compound the following day. There wasn’t that much to do. It was simpliy time to relax while tinkering with a screwdriver.
The background music was kept at a low volume for the sake of Peter’s head, even though the teen himself insisted that it was not necessary. Tony, being used to Peter’s tendency to overlook his own needs in favor of others, ignored that statement.
It was around lunch time when FRIDAY informed Tony that Thor and Loki was in the lobby, wanting to see him.
“Tell them we’re in the lab,” Tony told the AI.
“Hm? You didn’t tell me Thor and Loki were coming.”
“I didn’t know they were coming. This must be a spontaneous visit.”
Peter nodded and continued tinkering with the computer device in his hand. He had never gotten the chance to meet eighter of the Asgradian gods. He had seen them during the battle of earth, but they were all just a little too busy fighting a mad titan and his army to get an introduction. It would be nice to get to meet them properly.
When the doors opened, Thor stepped into the room with a huge grin on his face. Loki was nowhere to be seen.
“Anthony Stark, Man of Iron! Marvelous to see you again! It surley has been far too long!” Thor exclaimed while enfolding Tony in a giant bear hug.
“Yes... yes too long. Good to see you too Pointbreak.” Tony patted the god’s shoulder. “Now please don’t break my ribbs, I would really appriciate if you didn’t break my ribbs.”
Thor released him.
“Where’s Reindeer games, FRIDAY said they were with you?”
“That machine of vending refused to give my sibling their m&m.” Thor smiled. “They’ll be here as soon as they have defeated the machine of vending in battle.”
Tony frowned but didn’t comment on it, just made a mental note to tell Pepper they might need a new vending machine.
“Now enlighten me! What’s new in this part of Midgard? How much have I missed?”
“Oh, a lot of stuff,” Tony said while he went back to what he had previously been working on. “A lot of celebrity drama, people trying to get society back on it’s feet, some new younger heroes rising...”
“Ah, yes! Like that little man of spiders that held on to my hammer with that spider webbing of his? Yes, I know about him!” Thor proudly replied.
That caught Tony’s attention.
“Why, yes!” Thor exclaimed. “I was rather impressed with his moves during the battle of earth, especially since he appeared to be rather young, so I asked around about him a bit afterwards. And that Strange wizard-”
“You mean Dr. Strange?”
“Yes, him!” Thor exlcaimed. “He could tell me a little about the man of spiders, and it got me quiet curious, so while I was trying to get New Asgard back into a stable condition I did some research during that little spare time I got. I gotta say, that Jona J son of James really appears to unreasonly hate that person. I really do not understand why, he stops really bad people while looking out for the little guy. A true hero at heart, I tell you!”
At this point Peter was almost blushing. From what he was hearing, it sounded like Thor, the God of Thunder, had joined his fan base.
“He sure is,” Tony agreed.
“You are going to recruit him, aren’t you?” Thor asked.
“One step ahead of you there, Pointbreak!” Tony almost laughed as he closed one of the holographic screens, making Peter visible to the god. “He’s right here!”
Thor looked over at Peter, who smiled and waved shyly at him. Then he broke into a huge grin.
“Why of course! That makes perfect sense!”
And in just a second, Thor had sprinted over to the kid and almost crushed him with his hug.
“Young little Peter! I haven’t seen you in years now, you’ve grown so much! And become a hero yourself! What an honorable man you’ve grown into, your family would be proud!”
Peter had thought it was awesome to get a chance to meet the god of thunder but... he did not expect this. Thor was acting like the two had known each other for years, which Peter was rather sure were not the case.
Thor eventually seemed to notice something was off when Peter didn’t return the embrace. He gave the kid a concerned look as he released him.
“Is there something wrong, little Pete?”
Peter grasped the edge of the table to keep himself steady while ignoring the increasing pain in his head.
“Um, I’m sorry but, I think you might be mistaking me for someone else.”
Thor was confused. Peter didn’t seem to recognize him at all, could he really be mistaken? But checking him up and down it was definitely Peter’s brown curly hair and brown eyes that Thor remembered clearly.
“Oh, very funny there, little Peter! You almost had me fooled there for a moment.”
“Um, no. Really, don’t get me wrong, it’s an honor to meet you, sir. But I haven’t met you before, especially not without my mask.”
Now, it seemed to be a weird coincidence that Thor would just have happend to met someone who looked similar to Peter, and who was also named Peter, but it was a common name. So while it seemed improbable, it probably wasn’t impossible. Peter shut his eyes and turned away as his headache suddenly made all the lights in the room unbearable.
“I’m sorry, it’s just, my head just really hurts sometimes...”
Tony woke up from his frozen state and set to action.
“Come on, Pete. Let’s sit down a minute.”
He led Peter to a chair and had him sit down.
Thor observed the two. He was a little hurt that Peter genuinely didn’t seem to remember him at all. The boy had been ten years old last time he saw him, surley he couldn’t have just forgotten him already?
But if Peter really had forgotten him, was there a chance that he had also-
“I have at last, finally defeated the moronic machine of vendig, and so, claimd what is rightfully mine!” Loki’s voice echoed through the room.
Thor turned around and saw his sibling in the door opening with their m&ms in hand. Before anyone got the chance to greet them Thor pushed them back out of the room.
“How very well, my sibling! But it appears to be relatively bad timing for visits here at the moment.” Thor turned to Tony. “We will come visit again at another time.”
Then the door shut behind the Norse gods, leaving Tony and Peter alone.
“What was that all about?” Peter asked between the whining.
“Oh, the one who knew that...” Tony sighed.
“Ngh, please don’t talk so loud.”
“Sorry,” Tony whispered and picked up his phone. “ I’m calling Stephen, we’re putting you in bed.”
Peter didn’t protest.
“Are you, by any chance going to tell me what that was all about, brother?”
Loki was annoyed. Thor had not only physically pushed them out of the room, he had also made them spill some of their m&m.
“I’m sorry about that... Anthony had... an apprentice that he needed to help at the moment, so it was a bad moment to visit... yeah...”
“I see, Anthony does not want me to be around. That’s reasonable.” Loki started picking up their spilled m&ms. “I’m off to Queens, then. I’ll see you later.”
Loki frowned at their brother.
“If you wish to come with me, I’ll have to calmly ask you not to. I’m going to see Peter for the first time since he was eleven and I want that moment to be between him and me, alone. Please respect that.”
“NO!... That’s not a good idea, my sibling... Peter and his aunt and uncle might not be home at the moment.”
Loki glared at their brother, obviously not buying any of it.
“Alright, brother, spill the beans. What is going on?”
Thor relented, realizing there was no point in trying to lie to the god of lies. But this would surley break their hearth.
“Very well, Peter was with Anthony.” Thor waited for a reaction but continued when he didn’t get any. “But he didn’t recognize me. I believe he had suffered through some form of memory loss. I don’t think it is a good idea for you to see him right now, because he would probably not remember you eighter.”
Thor waited. He could see the anger, and disbelief rise and burning in Loki’s eyes. It felt like na ethernity before they finally said something.
“I said no. You’re wrong! I do not know what it was you think you might have seen, but clearly, you must be mistaken! Peter is my child, and there is no way that a child could ever truly forget their parent!”
Their voice was trembling at the end, Thor watched them shaking on the spot for a moment before Loki turned around and stalked towards the exit.
“I’ll prove it to you! I’m going to Queens, I’m going to see my son, and do not try to stop me!”
Tales of the Cosmic;
Meet the Neighborhood Watch
“I’m always on my best behavior!” Quill protested. Peter rolled his eyes, “Proven many times, that’s why we’re wanted in two sectors.”
“Three,” Quill hisses back, stopping as May Parker does. Peter gives Quill an incredulous look, yet stops as May turns around. She looks at Peter, “You can stay with me, I have a guest room that… Well, was supposed to be your room.”
Peter’s expression falters, “I… Guess I get to check it out again. I can decorate it myself, right?”
May chuckles, “Yes, of course. Quill, I’m not sure where you can stay, though.”
“Eh, don’t worry about it, Ms. Parker,” Quill shoved his hands in his pockets, “I got my ship. Plus, I’ll be in space most of the time. Star Lord can’t just confine himself to one place. I’m like a vagrant, a wandering hero.”
“He just wants to be traveling with his girlfriend and prove himself to be better than Thor,” Peter says casually. Quill punches his arm, looking ticked off. Peter laughs, and Aunt May does the same.
“Well, you’re always welcome on Earth, Quill. You two should meet the people who you may work with in the future. Well, Peter, you will be.”
May opens the door, Peter and Quill leaning towards each other to peek inside. That is, until May gestures for them both to head in. Peter takes the first cautious steps, heading inside the apartment.
Seven people, of varying state and form. The one closest to the door was a man wearing a sort of harlequin costume, patterned with green and violet. He looked to be in his mid-40s, features angular, amber hair disturbed by a thin streak of white. His eyes were an emerald green, and was the first to greet the brothers of the cosmos as soon as he noticed them-
“Hey there! Norman Osborn, Green Goblin, CEO of Oscorp, nice to meet you two!”
Quill takes the hand the man extends, a sort of tradition the brothers had- Quill shook hands first, so Peter could better plan his own greeting and not make a fool of himself-
“Peter Quill, Star Lord. This’s my brother, Peter Parker, Cosmic Spider.”
And Peter shakes Mr. Osborn’s hand as well, “Nice to meet you, sir.”
“This here-” Norman extends an arm, now free, to a younger man, about Peter’s age- “-is my son, Harry. Harry’s sometimes the Emerald Lad, but otherwise, he’s just a big help to the Watch in other faculties.
Harry Osborn is similar to his father, amber hair longer and equally as curly. Freckles stretch across Harry’s young face, unlike his father, yet he shares the trait of emerald eyes. Harry shakes the brothers’ hands in sequence, “It’s really nice to meet both of you, it’s so cool that you’re both from outer space.”
“It is?” Peter asks curiously, “I never thought much of it.”
“That’s because you’re in outer space, you literally zone out staring outside,” Quill points out with a mock scoff, “I think we can all tell who’s the smarter brother now.”
“Still Peter,” Aunt May announces loudly. This warrants laughter from the room. Peter tries not to laugh himself. May walks further into the room, walking over to an armchair, currently occupied by a man Peter saw earlier.
The man who rose from the arm chair had multiple mechanical arms stemming from his back, each moving as if they had their own consciousness, curiously ‘staring’ at the brothers from space. The man himself wore a long coat, the collar a bit pointed, with a simple red turtleneck beneath it and tan dress pants with dress shoes, hands behind him. His short mahogany hair was tousled a bit due to action prior to the meeting, and dark sunglasses hid his eyes from the world, leaving Peter wondering what they look like. He too appears to be in his mid-40s, and lines of laughter can be seen when he smiles. He holds a leather-gloved hand out to the two as Aunt May explains his identity- “This is Dr. Otto Octavius, also known as Doc Ock. You can probably tell why they call him that. Otto here is a brilliant scientist- Peter, you two may get along well.”
“You know, I’m a bit of a scientist myself,” Norman pipes up. Otto stops shaking Peter’s hand midway, leaving them in place for a bit longer as he looked annoyed at Norman, “Your major was in economics, I don’t want to hear it. You googled your way into knowing what your machines do, I built them from scratch.”
“You built your inventions from scratch?” Peter asks, interested. Otto looks back to Peter and grins, proud.
“Why, yes. These arms of mine are a fine example!”
All four arms move, almost in unison, to strike a sort of pose to show themselves off behind Otto. May chuckles, patting Otto’s shoulder, “You two can compare notes later. There’s still people to introduce.”
The arms falter as the two brothers move on, one ‘watching’ Peter.
The two brothers look up at a very large humanoid lizard, more lizard than man, with glasses perched on the edge of its face. It wears possibly custom clothes; a tie with smaller cartoon lizards patterned across it, a lab coat, and dress pants. Unfortunately, shoes are not an option for clawed feet. A tail swings slowly behind the lizard, and it sticks out a clawed hand. Quill is temporarily out of commission out of shock, so Peter swoops in with the handshake, hand dwarfed by the size of the claw. May explains-
“This is Doctor Curt Connors, also known as the Lizard. Quite self explanatory, but Connors here is a brilliant surgeon and doctor. Even with his current condition.”
To both Quill and Peter’s surprise, the lizard man speaks-
“I assure you, it doesn’t hurt or anything. The condition, that is. In fact, it’s helped quite a lot. You see, I lost my arm in the army, and I grew it back. The rest is more of an added bonus.”
“He talks?” Quill whispers, warning him an elbow to the ribs, Peter quickly saying, “It’s very nice to meet you, doctor. It’s always nice to have a physician around, just in case. I’m sure you’re very useful around here!”
The lizard seems to beam with pride, “I am! I make sure everyone’s all patched up after fights! And I help with other things too!”
“Hey, I wanna meet them too!” A man pipes up, cutting in and rushing over. Some freckles spread across his nose and some were across his cheek, and his walnut hair stuck up and out here and there, as if affected by static electricity. He wore a very cheesy t-shirt, with a tiger roaring, surrounded by electricity and lightning. He wears jeans and yellow sneakers, oddly burnt. He sticks out a hand, tuscan sun eyes bright and excited, “Miguel Elero, Elektro, it’s so cool to meet people from space! Real quick question- do you guys have TVs? Or radios? Like- how much earth media do you guys get? Or is there space media? Do you guys have space movies? Ooooh, I wonder what the alien movies are like if you all are aliens-”
“Miguel,” May suddenly says, the man shaking Quill’s hand excessively. Miguel looks distracted and moves on to Peter, “Huh? Oh, shit, am I rambling again? Sorry, I do that, I just get all excited so I just start babbling. Just so May doesn’t have to say it, you should know I’ve got electricity powers!”
“Like a battery?” Quill asks.
“Yeah! Except cooler! Because I’m the one dishing out the lightning, y’know?”
Peter is about to start asking a multitude of questions, before Quill guides him to the final people they have to meet. The two men were calmly sitting on the couch, a buff one with a shaved head and chemical burn scars along his face, and the other with feathery sandy blond hair, not as buff yet with an odd sort of sediment pattern across his neck and arms. Both wave, either one smiling. May introduces them as well.
“These nice men are Flint Marko and Aleksei Sytsevich, the Sandman and Rhino respectively. Flint has a daughter named Keemia, she’s sometimes here if her babysitter can’t keep an eye on her, and Aleksei uses a prototype rhino suit for his abilities.”
Flint pipes up, “Ey, May, it’ll be easier now that there’s more help around, right? ‘Specially since these guys got the real talent for fightin’.”
Everyone murmurs in agreement, May responding- “Yes, I’m sure it’ll be much easier. But Quill isn’t staying.”
“Speaking of not staying,” Quill pats his brother’s shoulder, “I should be heading out. Gotta make sure Thor doesn’t mess with my maps. I got them set a certain way.”
“Thanks to me,” Peter chuckles, and the two brothers hug. The thinner of the two clutches Quill’s back, “You know how to work the video feed right?”
“Yeah. You better pick up though. And I’ll be here now and then, just to visit. I’m sure the gang will wanna see everything we did.”
Peter hesitates to let his brother go, not making eye contact. If he does, he fears he’ll cry. He can’t cry, not now. Quill ruffles his brother’s hair, “You keep this planet safe, alright? It’s the only home planet I got.”
Peter chuckles, “I’ll do my best to keep it safe. Hell, I may just fix it, like I do with most of your stuff.”
“You better!” Quill heads to the door, waving to everyone and saluting his brother, who salutes back. Peter stares at the doorway, soon empty. Aunt May approaches, setting a strong hand on her nephew’s shoulder, “You… Want to see your room?”
Parker nods, and Aunt May guides him to a hall, opening the first door to the right. Peter steps inside, finding a room that sparks a single memory, one from long ago yet so vital.
Though the perspective has changed, the room was still nicely sized, with periwinkle walls and a hardwood floor with a fuzzy red rug in the center. A white bed, neatly made, rests in the corner, a window above it showing a view of the city. A desk sits with a chair at one wall, perfect for sitting and working on inventions at. He remembers Aunt May, much younger, telling him all the things he can do with the room, whatever he wanted to decorate the room with. He remembers his reaction, and decides to ask the same question he did before.
“Can I put stars on the ceiling?”
A pause follows, before Aunt May chuckles, “Of course, Peter. It’s your room, after all.”
Peter wanders slowly to the bed, sitting down and staring out the window. The sun was starting to set, casting an orange glow across the city. There were distant sounds of cars and people, living their lives, going through routines unique and individual. It was like Peter’s view of space- each star was different, and now those stars are people. This felt right. It felt warm, comforting. Grounded yet weightless. He’s surrounded by people, people like him. And people not like him.
Happy 94th birthday, Rosemary Harris!
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Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & May Parker, May Parker/Happy Hogan, Happy Hogan & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & NYC, Peter Parker & Morgan Stark, Tony Stark/Pepper Potts
Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Morgan Stark, May Parker, Happy Hogan, NYC
They started calling him, Spider-man, the hero of the people. It was a title that he had, in the months that followed, never fell short to uphold. And…
It was a title he died upholding.
or: Peter Parker is dead. This is the aftermath
Words: 6006 | Chapters: 1/1 | English
Aunt May says that she has accepted death, and wouldn’t really want any kind of godlike power to save her when the time comes... anyway... *laughs in One More Day*
Pete is like “I got a hypothetical for you” and then he asks it and Aunt May does her impersonation of Edvard Munch’s the Scream
Peter: when people talk about you
May: yeah and peter loves mj
Peter: I hear you
Mj: ha you have a crush on me
Peter: pfft no I don’t
Mj: I just heard may say it
Tony: you had to skip school today
Peter: mr. stark you told me to
Tony: yeah well now I have to deal with a mad may
Peter: aging, mr.stark we had a mission
Tony: we did?
May: Here are two pictures
May: One is your room
May: The other is a garbage dump in the Philippines
May: Which one is yours?
Peter: That one
May: They’re both your room
Peter: I should have guessed that
Peter: You’re good
Peter: *sneaking into his room wearing his spider suit at 5 am*
May, sitting on Peter’s desk: excuse me whERE WERE YOU??
Peter: I was working with Mr. stark!
Tony, turning on the light: Try again
Peter: I mean..I was on a late date with MJ
Mj, stepping out of the shadows: nice try
Peter: …ok fine me and Ned were on the Manhattan bridge setting off as many fireworks as we could before we got caught
Tony: ….and we’re you caught?
Peter: nope we ran when we saw the police coming and, I broke my fastest webbing record!
Tony: really?? how fast were yo-
May, exasperated: ToNy!
hold, hold onto me (‘cause i’m a little unsteady) ♫
Amazing Spider-Man #80
Peter: There is no future. There is no past. Don't you see? Time is simultaneous, an intricately structured jewel that humans insist on viewing one edge at a time, when the whole design is visible in every facet.
Everyone Else at Peter’s Surprise Birthday Party:
Tony [tired as fuck]: All I asked was if you wanted to cut your birthday cake first?
For Day 15 of @sicktember , alt prompt 5, "Asleep on the Couch"