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Here’s the link to my fanfic for the people who have sent me asks about it!! Apologies, I still can’t think of any good prompts but the chapters for this are going strong so there’s plenty of material for you!

Peter thinks he’s cursed because he keeps breaking stuff, but he’s actually just a mutant. Tony and Pepper (also mutants) come and adopt him and introduce him to the mutant world where, for some unknown reason, Peter finds himself as the focus of several dangerous attacks…

Featuring all of our favourite characters, angst, and fluff!

It was like a fact of the universe, really. The sky is blue, grass is green, and Tony Stark ruins everything he touches. He was used to it, by now.

Still, sending the kid away was hard. He didn’t want to, of course. In all honesty, the way the kid made him feel was fucking terrifying. In the lab, making jokes, smile lingering just a second too long for his own comfort.

He had chased him away for his own good. Peter would be better off without him. And he was. He was getting straight A’s, joined the robotics club and Spider-Man was better than ever. The kid was happy, without Tony.

And sure, Tony drinks most nights nowadays. Yes, he’ll drink more of the news reports on another successful day for Spider-Man. Of course.

But then something pops up, and the only person with the skill set to help Tony is Peter fucking Parker. And Tony doesn’t want to, shouldn’t, really. But he doesn’t have a choice.

So, he gets dressed for the first time in months, grabs his fastest car and waits outside midtown with sunglasses on and a flask at his hip.

Peter spots him straight away. He comes barrelling forward, as if he was running up for a ruinion that Tony didn’t want. Kids were watching, and as Peter came nearer Tony shuffled awkwardly. He didn’t look quite as happy as Tony expected. He almost looked-

Peter socked him in the jaw.

“You’re a fucking asshole,” he growled, opening the passenger door and getting in without another glance in Tony’s direction.

Tony looked up, touching his cheek as if the bruise had already formed - maybe it had. Kids were staring, muttering, whispering about him.

He got in the car, gripped the wheel and opened his mouth to speak.

“You say one more word and I’ll break your jaw this time.”

So why the fuck was he kissing a child?!

—

Or; Peter kisses MJ as Spider-Man and people start thinking the worst.

—

Well, Peter Parker was a criminal at least. Two charges for possession and one for assault, leading to a three year sentence in a juvenile facility just outside the city.

And Nick Fury tasked Tony with bailing him out. Great.

He didn’t even care. He went, paid the fee, Fury pulled some strings and voilà. The kid is sat next to him in his car, twiddling his thumbs as if this is a totally normal Tuesday.

“Do you mind if I turn on the radio?” The kid asks.

Tony feels like turning the wheel. “Yes, I mind. I hope you know you won’t be getting high while you’re staying at the tower. FRIDAY will watch you like a hawk, webs.”

Peter raises an eyebrow, has the audacity to smirk, and says, “you named your state of the art AI system FRIDAY? Was Monday already taken?”

Tony and Pepper share a look. “Well Christ, kid. I didn’t know we were dealing with a criminal. Pep used to work for the police so you might wanna keep those kind of admissions to yourself-”

Pepper gives Tony’s arm a playful slap, smothering her smile as she looks back at him. “What Tony was trying to say was that we want you as you are. Quirks and all.”

Peter doesn’t know whether to trust that, but it doesn’t seem like he really has much of a choice, does it?

—

Painfully average, really. He had a perfect 50% in his last 8 tests. He was… well, he was almost too average.

So, Tony looked into it. Discovered that on one of his tests, the kid answered every other question correct. In another, he answered the first half correct and the second half wrong. It didn’t make any sense - the kid was answering questions in the first half and then unable to answer basically the same questions in the second half.

Tony thought he had him, when he saw a pattern. He thought he’d caught him in the act, purposefully controlling his grade.

But his pattern changed and suddenly the kid got a 48%, the answers seemingly all over the place. He was annoyed, frustrated, and confused when he asked FRIDAY to check for any sign of a pattern.

He didn’t expect her to come back saying the kid had managed to answer his test by writing in morse code.

“Well, what does it say?”

And FRIDAY hesitated. Honest to god, hesitated, before finally saying, “It reads ‘leave me alone you stalker bitch’.”

And Tony…

A few people have theories that Peter is gonna die at the end of bnd and get revived by the symbiote ready for secret wars.

BUT, no one has mentioned that this could be how people remember him. Imagine he dies, right? And then the spell is broken because there is no longer a Peter Parker for people to forget about. Everyone remembers him. He gets a hell of a funeral because holy shit, he was Spider-Man.

MJ and Ned are devastated. Happy is crushed.

AND THEN the symbiote comes to find him. Only when Ned drags away a dissociative MJ from his gravestone. Only when the crowds have cleared.

And then he comes back, changed, no longer like the person they knew.

Everyone in New York knows that Peter is dead. They assume this is someone new. Of course they would, he’s nothing like Spider-Man. He’s not merciful. He kills.

But MJ has to know, and she finds him, and she sees it’s Peter but it’s not.

Peter remembers sitting at the dinner table late into the evening, a cigarette between his father’s lips and a deck of cards in his hand. He taught Peter the rules, made him play, bought him ice cream when he won.

Peter doesn’t like thinking about what happened when he lost.

The point is, they felt like a family. It was just them, playing a game. That’s what other kids talked about in school, the kids whose mothers weren’t dead. The only time Peter remembers his father being proud of him was when he invited some friends around and Peter beat them all to oblivion.

Richard ordered pizza that night.

So it was not surprising when Peter developed a gambling addiction young. He was eventually taken from his father and placed with Ben and May, but it was hard to stop himself from thinking of cards every time he saw a quarter on the street.

He got through it, mostly. He tried convincing Ned that it was fun, but Ned didn’t like the way Peter got genuinely angry. He didn’t like the way Peter would keep pushing him to bet more.

And it fizzled out. Mostly because he didn’t have a choice. May found a betting app on his phone and quickly got Ben to change the Wi-Fi setting so they were all blocked. He was far too young to enter a casino and his best friend didn’t want to.

Enter Tony Stark. And Tony was having a party, and the party needed a theme.

Vegas.

And Tony jokes that he’s allowed $10 to go wild and when it’s gone, it’s gone.

And from that night forward, Peter feels like he’s back at the kitchen table, betting his savings from the piggy bank just so his father would look at him. And he doesn’t want his father to ever stop looking at him.

Tony Stark couldn’t help himself but fawn over some of the essays these kids were writing on complex Mathematical concepts. It was high level stuff, things he hadn’t even thought about.

So he contacted the kids, offered them internships, and they were all fucking useless.

No one knew the names of their essays, never mind the ideas. He figured it out pretty quick, of course. Someone was doing their homework for them.

He imagined some disgraced scholar who needed money for a project and had enough spare time to take it on - embarrassing but it made sense.

He didn’t expect some 15 year old delinquent from the worst school in queens who swore at him when he showed up at his crumbling foster home.

Peter Parker was not what he expected to find.

Tony is thrilled.

First, he let himself get shot in the abdomen - which fucking hurt. And then, after finally stumbling his way back to his apartment door, he realised he forgot his fucking bag in an alleyway along with his key.

He was so fucking stupid.

He punctuated the thought with a punch to the door, scrunching his eyes tight to try and stop his eyes from welling up.

“Easy, tiger.”

Peter whipped around, coming face to face with MJ casually leaning in her doorway. Her eyes tracked him up and down. “What did that door do to you?”

Peter couldn’t reply. He could only stare at her in awe. He was so incredibly aware that he was wearing an unwashed hoodie, his face was covered in large bruise that was only half healed. His cheeks were hollow where he had forgotten to eat in the last few weeks and the hand gripping his abdomen was wet with blood.

He grabbed his hoodie and wrapped it around himself to hide any stains before looking cautiously between the two doorways.

“I forgot my key.” It sounded lame even to himself. He sounded like a child.

“I’ll call the landlord. You can hang out in my apartment while you wait,” she shrugged, stepping back as if to make way.

Peter didn’t want to be rude, but he wanted desperately to decline. She was looking at him. She could see the mess he had become and she had nothing to even compare it you. It was embarrassing.

“I- I don’t-”

“It’s either sit out here and sulk, or sit on my minorly more comfortable second hand couch. Your call,” she stated.

Peter looked at her, eyes really looking this time. He didn’t know what he was hoping to find - a sprinkle of realisation maybe. A hint that she knew who he was and was just pretending.

He didn’t find it.

He nodded his head.

Spider-Man could save people from a burning building with a smile on his face, stop major crimes with a little joke and hold up buildings to save squirrel.

Peter Parker doesn’t get out of bed, barely remembers his own laugh and avoids human contact at all cost. He doesn’t save people, he makes them miserable. He is not a hero.

They don’t cross over.

Until Spider-Man saves a little girl, and she’s panicking and crying and he’s trying to calm her down.

“Hey, it’s okay, take a breath. Tell me your name.”

And Spider-Man didn’t think for a second about it. His smile was steady under his mask, he was ready to tell her how beautiful that name was, just to make her smile back.

“May,” the girl said between heaved breaths.

And suddenly it’s Peter Parker stood in front of her, tears welling up in his eyes and hands shaking, but a smile staying steady on his face.

“That’s-“ he takes a breath, steadying himself. “That’s a beautiful name.”

He knew what to expect. He knew how to act. He knew what to say. He made himself small, he turned a blind eye to alcohol and parties, he never asked for anything and he made himself as small as possible.

It was easy, after the first few. He’d seen everything there was to see. He’d been hit, screamed at, things thrown at him, couples broken up because of him, drunks, drugs - you name it, he’s seen it.

Until he was placed with May Parker.

Normally a single home came with its own set of expectations - a single woman who was insecure and had a shorter temper than she liked to admit, or a single man who was angry at the world and wanted a pay check.

May Parker did not fit any of the roles he had prepared himself for.

She would come home with potatoes, glue and glitter and tell him to come and make potato stamps with her. She had a dog called Noodle and a dog called Owen.

“Noodle?” He had asked.

“Well his full name is ‘I love pot noodles’” she had shrugged before grabbing a pair of scissors to cut up a magazine so she could send a fake, scary note to her annoying neighbour downstairs.

Peter tried making himself small, but she’d invite him to get involved in some antics. He’d try to not let her do anything, but she’d do it without him even asking. He’d try to make himself small, and she would just shrink herself down to match.

Peter didn’t understand how to work the situation, but he didn’t mind the crazy lady running around trying to get omelette off the ceiling.

He didn’t stop pulling his punches. He never once hit someone too hard. He didn’t dare to hurt someone that seriously.

If anything, he pulled his punches more than before. He held back, gave the villains a few extra seconds to collect themselves. He waited a second longer to fight back. A second longer before he side stepped out of the way.

He let himself get punched - took it with some sick pride. He enjoyed it when he bruised, started seeking the taste of blood out every night.

He leapt off buildings and imagined how nice it would feel to splatter on the sidewalk. Day dreamt about not dodging a bullet at all.

He sent his web just a second before it would have been too late, sighing as the floor falls further away.

He was proud to not be like Peter 3. He didn’t give in. He was doing well.

And then Ben showed up.

And then a man pulled out a gun, aiming it straight at the cashier, and Peter didn’t hesitate to redirect the gunman’s attention to himself. And Ben-

Ben froze.

Peter’s spider sense seized before he felt the piercing cut of a bullet slicing through his abdomen. He dropped to the floor in seconds, red pouring out of him.

And Ben was holding him, crying, begging him not to go, saying goodbye-

And Peter… wasn’t going to die. His spider sense was quiet. He was going to live, he knew it.

So, he had to figure out an explanation for how he was going to survive a fatal gun wound that didn’t involve a super human ability to heal himself.

“I’m not Spider-Man anymore, if that’s your question.,” Peter spat. “You were right; he died.”

“I didn’t mean what’s next for Spider-Man, I meant what’s next for Peter.” Tony spoke so gently, as if he was trying to stop Peter from blowing up. In his defence, Peter had been blowing up at him for the last three months, so he couldn’t really blame him.

He thought over the question. “I don’t know,” he admitted.

“Well, my recommendation would have to be a hearty helping of therapy,” Tony gave a tight lipped smile. Peter appreciated the attempt to lighten the mood but they both know the joke wasn’t going to land.

“No. Not yet. I can’t- I can’t talk about it yet.”

“That’s okay,” Tony nodded. He looked like he wanted to reach out, but he didn’t. Peter wondered if he would ever feel comfortable touching him again. “Whenever and whatever at your pace, bud. I know you hate being told what to do,” he smiled.

“You don’t know me anymore,” Peter said, shaking his head. It was difficult to admit, but it was true. They hadn’t seen each other in two years. Too much had happened, and neither was the same person.

“Well, let’s start there.”

“What?”

“Get to know each other again,” Tony clarified.

Peter gave him a once over, eyebrow raised in suspicion. “What, just pretend we didn’t know each other before?”

“You’re right,” Tony agreed. “I don’t know you anymore, kid. So, hi. I’m Tony stark, a billionaire and tech genius who has a side hustle as earths favourite super hero.”

“Wow, humble much?” Peter rolled his eyes.

Tony just smiled. “Come on, kid. Humour me.”

“Well to start, I’m not a kid. It’s been two years right?” Peter waited for Tony’s nod. “So I’m 18.”

“Yeah,” Tony said, a deep sort of sadness seeping into his voice.

“And I don’t want anyone babying me. I’m good at taking care of myself and I can deal with everything on my own,” Peter growled. He shifted slightly, pausing.

“Kid-“

“But… I’m not stupid enough to assume you won’t help me even if I don’t want you to.” He looked over to see Tony’s small smile, and it made him feel slightly safer. “So I won’t.”

“I really am sorry.”

“I know. I forgive you”

“You don’t have to, you know?” Tony said, a grimace sitting in the corners of his smile.