Black Raven

“I know you’re probably wondering why the fuck did I come back here?” Deadpool jokes with Mr. Paradox.

She stares at the chatty red suit mercenary and she questions why did he decided to release her from her confinement. Mr Paradox didn’t say anything, merely letting the man speak his ramblings.

“Turns out finding a Wolverine is wee bit harder than I thought, so I remember ‘Hey! What attracts a Wolverine? Jean Grey!’

Mr Paradox raises his eyebrow. “And you decided this variant is the one, Mr Wilson?”

Deadpool looks from Mr Wilson to her for a moment and back to Mr Paradox. “This variant is a beautiful black queen, you racist fuck! Plus she got the red hair. Wolverine loves red hair!”

“This variant has little control of her powers. She is a destroyer of worlds.”

Deadpool throws his hands in the air. “Well duh shit for brains it’s apart of Jean Grey lore. She dies, she comes back, she dies again, she comes back-“

She watches as the TVA agent begins to surround them as Deadpool continues to ramble on.

“Hey I get you like to talk but I think we should-“

“Oops my bad. Here I am going on like a villain monologuing.”

“Abby I need you to go hide.” Mike orders his sister, not taking his eyes off you.

“Mike-“

“Now!”

Abby runs off to hide. Mike continues to stare at you, not sure what to do.

You just stood there. Not in a menacing way but in a creepy way with that mask on.

He takes in your appearance more closely: your hair and clothes disheveled and covered with twigs and leaves. Your feet appeared to be caked with blood and dirt.

‘She walked from her home to here.’

“Y/N…”

The only response he got from you was a slight head tilt. The mask sits on your face, staring down Mike.

It’s deeply unsettling.

‘Are they….possessing her?’

“Y/N it’s me, Mike-“

“Your little girlfriend isn’t there anymore, Michael.”

From behind you, a massive figure emerges from the darkness.

A yellow-ish decaying looking rabbit-

Wait.

Yellow rabbit.

The missing children were scared by a yellow rabbit.

The picture Vanessa showed him of her father wearing the yellow rabbit suit.

The man who took Garrett.

William Afton.

“The little ones are fond of her. And I gotta say she’s really pretty and obedient.” Afton laughs menacing, petting you on top of your head affectionately.

“Don’t touch her!” Mike instinctively pulls out the taser gun Vanessa gave him.

Afton laughs at him. “That little thing won’t hurt me one bit, however…”

He gives you large knife he was holding to you.

“I bet you aren’t willing to hurt her right, Michael?” Afton taunts.

“You can’t have her!”

Mike will never forgive himself for putting you and Abby in danger.

He should’ve paid attention to the signs. The way the animatronics interact with you like the way they do with Abby.

We want Abby and Y/N.

And in his moment of grief and desperation to find his lost brother he said: “Okay.”

—

He managed to find Abby and stop Chica from putting her into a spring lock suit. But you were not where to be found.

“Abby, have you seen Y/N?” Mike asked her.

Before Abby could respond, they had soft humming. It didn’t sound like Foxy.

It was feminine. Humming to the tune of ‘Pop Goes the Weasel.’

“Pop goes little Michael…”

One would say out of this world. And that’s what happened.

One would say out of this world. And that’s what happened.

Literally.

One of the perks of being a new trainee of Dr. Strange is that having the knowledge that the multiverse is real. So this wasn’t much of a surprise. But still it was pretty surprised seeing two other versions of the person she knew since he was a freshman in high school. Basically see the different stages of Peter Parker’s life as Spider-Man.

The one she knew in this universe was always optimistic and naive. Dreaming about becoming a Avenger. But with the recent events of being resurrected after being dead for the past five years, his dual identity being exposed and the lost of May, Peter’s looking at a different path.

Which leads her into Peter-3, the middle one of the three in terms of age. He’s optimistic like Peter but it’s more of a mask for him. This Peter still grieves for this lost of his ‘MJ’, Gwen Stacy. He never stop blaming himself for it. He focuses on being Spider-Man more than being Peter Parker. He’s lonely, she thinks. She wishes she can cast the spell to make his pain go away.

And then there’s Peter-2, the more wiser and experienced of the Spider-Men. This man has been through it all. The fights. The losses. The love. Pain. Triumph. But he somehow managed to find a balance between being Spider-Man and Peter Parker. But the stress of it has definitely aged him. He’s probably younger than he looks.

But it was Peter-2 that she seem to relate to out of the three. He was comfortable enough to talk to her about his ‘natural’ web shooters. (Peter and Peter-3 was amazed and jealous about the whole web shooters situation). She rambled on about her theory on how the multiverse would/should work and he just listen like he cared. Ned Peter and MJ usually couldn’t keep up and understand when she rambles about stuff she enjoyed.

It was no secret that she developed an instant crush on the older man. Honestly, any time a man shows her any type of affection, she gets smitten quickly. Probably due to the lack of affection she got from her home. Either way, she just wanted to feel wanted, even if its for a brief moment.

Considering the shit show that went down because her mentor fucked up a spell five times, using a spell to act out a sexual fantasies would be irresponsible. But this is only for lucid dreaming, not trying to get the world to forget one’s identity. She had to get three strands of Peter-2’s hairs from his suit in order for the spell to work.

Then she went into her room and closes her eyes.

Peter calls out her name when she opens her eyes five seconds later. Looking up from her from bed, she sees it’s her Peter.

“What’s up?” She ask him as he walks over to her. She notices how his pupils were growing. “Dude are you okay?”

Peter replies with a soft kiss to her lips. She pulls away.

“What are you doing?” She whispers to him.

“You wanted Peter Parker.” He tells her, face just inches from her face.

“You want to make Peter Parker feel better.” Peter-3 was on the ceiling of the room, same expression of desire on his face.

Suddenly she felt an arm wrapped around her waist as a hand covers her eyes. She can feel his warm breath against her ear.

“You want Peter Parker to love you. Is that what you want, sweetheart?” Peter-2 breathes softly into her ear. He lets out a groan as he pulls her closer to his body.

“You want Peter Parker to notice you?” She can Peter-3’s lips on her neck. “I’ll notice you.”

She lets out a small moan, her body feeling like it was overheating.

“We’ll love you, okay sweetheart?”

A pair of hands on her breast. It didn’t matter which Peter it was, it feels so good. Someone was removing her pants and afterwards she feels two pairs of lips on each of her thighs.

She holds back a moan, feeling embarrassed at the sound of her voice. Peter-2 uncovers her eyes so he can tilt her face to look at him.

“Don’t hold back, I want to hear your voice.” Peter-2 whispers.

“Don’t hold back.” It was Peter.

“Let it out.” Peter-3 mumbles against her inner thigh. The moment his mouth touches her, she lets out a strangled moan.

Peter-2 uses the opportunity to kiss her, groaning into her mouth. His other arm still wrapped around her waist. Peter-3 is gently gripping her dark brown buttocks. Peter leaving kisses on her breast.

Soon it was becoming too much simulation and she finally climaxes. Then moment she does, their touches vanishes and she fines herself alone.

The next morning, Peter-2 gives her a look she quite can’t understand. Like he knows what she did. And that maybe a part of wishes it was real.

Summary: After the battle on the New Statue of Liberty, MJ’s older sister is being comforted by Peter-2. Implied tobey!peter Parker x black!reader.

She doesn’t think she can get that menacing look out of her head. The goblin’s hands tight around her neck, threatening to break it at any moment. The dizzy and nauseating sensation of being held up so high from the ground. She hated heights.

“Can you save your loved ones or will they continue to die, Spider-Man?”

The goblin let’s her fall.

Only this time she doesn’t black out.

No catches her in time.

She’s falling.

Falling…

Falling…

-

The first thing she notices is that someone is calling her name from the darkness. She opens her eyes to see his bright yet worn blue ones. However, the rest of her body was still in the stages of REM sleep.

“Are you okay?” He waves his hands in front of her face but it dawns on him quickly. “Oh you’re having sleep paralysis.”

She haven’t had sleep paralysis since maybe 9th grade. Well not as much as in 9th grade but still it was a very rare occurrence, only when she was stressed and well, the past 12 hours was pretty fucking stressful.

“Okay, try not to fight it or it’ll last longer.” Peter-2 tells her, he takes her hand and gently squeezes it. “Just breath in and out.”

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

In.

Her body does a sudden strange jerking upwards movement which caught Peter-2 off guard. She lets out a strangled gasp as she finally takes control of her body again.

“Sorry.” She says, looking at the wall. “It’s a habit to fight when I have sleep paralysis it’s a-“

“Like someone is smothering you.”

“Exactly.” She looks at his hands. “I guess I was screaming in my sleep like a maniac, huh?”

Peter-2 shakes his head. “No, I kind of sensed that you were in distressed.”

She glances at the ceiling. “Oh like the spider-sense thingy? Is that how it works as well?”

“Kind of. I wish I can explain it better.” Peter-2 admits. “Am I making you uncomfortable?”

She looks from the wall to his direction for a moment before focusing pass his shoulders. “No why?”

“You don’t really give direct eye contact.”

She blushes. “No. No. No it’s not you it’s just I have a hard time making eye contact with people.” She explains, hoping she doesn’t sound too abnormal to him. “It’s something I always do, unintentionally.”

“I see.”

She quickly turns her attention back to the wall.

“I’m sorry.”

She turns her attention towards his face. “Why? I said you’re not making me uncomfortable.”

“I mean I’m sorry you had to encounter the Goblin.” This tone shifted from soft to hard. “I was so scared that I didn’t get to you in time. That you were-“

Peter-2 let’s out a shaky breath. The stress of being up so high caused her heart to stop so when the Green Goblin let her go, she basically went into cardiac arrest and blackout. When she woke up mere moments later, it was Peter-2 who held her tightly against his body. She saw panic in his eyes when she came to.

“But I didn’t die thanks to you.” She assured him. “And MJ didn’t die because of the other version of you as well. Physically we’re fine. Well you got stabbed but it’s all good. I think.”

Peter-2 let’s out a small chuckle but then gasps, placing his hand on the side where he was stabbed by the Green Goblin.

She moves closer to check in on him. “Shouldn’t we get you to a hospital or doctor?”

Peter-2 shrugs it off. “I got stabbed before. I’ll heal up.”

She scoffs. “That sounds reckless. Aren’t you supposed to be the old and wiser Peter Parker?”

“How old you think I am?”

“45?”

His eyes widen. “You think I’m that old?”

“Forty-five isn’t that old. It’s like that new thirty.”

That made him laugh. “Okay 1.) I’m 37 and 2.) how old are you?”

“28.”

“I would’ve said 22.”

It made her smile. “I still got it.” She looks up at him and sees that he’s staring at her. In responses, she blushes hard.

“I’m not blushing if that’s what you’re thinking.” She blurts out.

Peter-2 raises an eyebrow. “Oh?”

“I mean…could you not stare at me?”

It was his turn to look away. “Right. Sorry.”

They sat there in awkward silence for what seem to feel like a lifetime.

“I should let you go back to sleep.” He gets up to leave but she grabs his hand.

“No wait please stay.” She pleads. “I don’t want to sleep alone. I don’t want to dream about…”

“Okay.” He says, sitting back down. “I’ll stay here. But you need sleep.”

“Fine you win.” She settles into the bed. “But tell me about you. And it don’t have to be the spider man stuff.”

He stayed and they talked until she fell back to sleep.

Peter-2 couldn’t leave, the irrational part of him worried the Goblin was waiting for him to let his guard so he could take her again. It was stupid to think that but still…