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One night in the lab Peter finds an old prototype of the EDITH glasses and puts them on.

"Look Mr. Stark! I am Iron Man," he says with a deep voice.

"C'mon kid, that's the best impression you got?" Tony says before looking up.

He sees Peter with those rectangular frames and big grin. For a moment he thinks he's looking at old publicity photos of himself. A confident Tony Stark, tinted glasses and cocky smile, hair fluffed up and oozing manly charm.

Tony's easy smile drops a bit at the thought of Peter being anything like who he used to be.

"Oh sorry for talking over you Ms. Potts I just like the sound of my own voice more than hearing about the safety of our company. I'm too cool to apologize so I'll buy you a zoo for endangered species later honey," Peter tries again with the mocking deep voice.

Tony is quick to recover from the odd deja-vu feeling of seeing the teenager in the frame of a mirror, focusing back on his hologram.

"Yeah because I call the love of my life by her last name. And for your information it was an alpaca sanctuary, and she loved it." Tony corrects, pointing a pen at Peter in rebuke without looking up from his work.

"I chose to be respectful over accurate. Also I saw those alpaca photos and one of them was trying to chew on her skirt, she didn't look very impressed." Peter replies with a matter of fact press of his lips.

Tony glances back at the boy only to find himself unable to look away. He can't help but hear echoes of "I just wanted to be like you!" when he sees the boy wearing frames reminiscent of Tony's classic fashion sense.

Tony thinks about Howard, how he used to run laps to prove he was good enough, better than, worthy of being his son.

He was never enough for Howard.

"You're always better at remembering that kind of stuff than me anyways kid."

Peter is taken back by the earnest tone the older man suddenly possesses. His mouth opens but no words come out in reply, Tony looking at him as if he can see right through the spiderling.

"Now stop playing with my old crap and c'mere, we have some important decisions to make," Tony waves him over to look at something on his phone.

When Peter gets close enough he sees that it's a food delivery app, Tony's fingers hovering between an Indian and Thai restaurant.

Peter shoots him another grin, "I vote for samosas!"

Tony rolls his eyes but clicks on the Indian restaurant anyways.

Peter notices in the reflection of the phone that he still has the glasses on, reaching up to remove them before Tony puts a hand on his wrist to stop him.

"Keep em on, it's the first time you've ever looked cool enough to hang out with me. The tech in those is useless anyways, they're just a pair of sunglasses now."

Peter looks up at his mentor with such awe and admiration that Tony nearly melts like butter under the sun.

Tony may not do many things right when it comes to people, but he knows that even when he was still young and naive he'd known better than to ever look at Howard like that.

The ease Peter used Stark tech to make his suit in FFH meaning he's likely spent time in Tony's lab

All the types of Spider-suits in the data base implying Tony had been working on tons of Spider-Man gadgets and suits for Peter

Peter has been an Iron Man fan since he was at least 8 years old

Tony lent Peter a car to take his driver's test (from a car commercial)

Tony actually listens to all the unimportant details of Peter's life (and remembers them) such as getting a churro on patrol and when he quit band practice

Tony to Happy about his party: "did you invite the kid? Why do you hate fun, I like the kid I want you to invite the kid" (from another commercial)

Tony thinks of himself as a father figure to Peter ("my dad never really gave me a lot of support and I'm just trying to break the cycle of shame")

Peter being Tony's favourite young adult

Peter is affectionately referred to as 'the kid' so often that everyone knows exactly who Tony is talking about (e.g. Steve, Happy)

Tony keeping a photo of Peter in his home after his death (for longer than he actually knew Peter)

He looked at his watch. 2.27am.

“Boss, Mr Parker has just entered the premises.” Friday called out softly, knowing not to wake the entire building up.

About fucking time. “Thank you Friday. Send him up please.” He took another sip of his scotch, savoring the intoxicating taste before swallowing and sighing heavily. I’m not getting paid enough for this. He thought absently. Soon enough, he heard the uneven squeaks of worn out sneakers heading in his direction, and a guilty (and a tiny bit queasy) face revealing itself.

“Good morning, Peter,” he said dryly. “You’re up early.”

“Mr Stark I-“

“Please,” Tony cut him off. “Have a seat.”

Reluctantly, the arachnid-inspired hero stumbled towards his mentor (or father, in better circumstances) before gingerly plopping onto the couch, facing Tony.

“What time is it, Peter?”

Peter looked around the room, trying to locate a clock, before Tony sighed.

“You’re wearing a watch, Peter.” The teen had the gall to giggle, before realizing his mistake and swiftly looking down at his wrist.

“Um… 2:30?” He slurred.

“Is that a question or an answer?”

“An…answer?” Tony raised an eyebrow. “An answer!”

He could tell that the kid was trying his best to concentrate, but coming back drunk (on a school night) was inexcusable.

“You know, I don’t have a problem with you going out to parties.” He started his mentally-rehearsed lecture. “And I know you’re still a kid and it’s not a patrol night so you just wanna let loose.”

“Mr Stark, I-“

“Don’t interrupt me when I’m talking. You’re in trouble, so you listen, and i talk. That’s how this works.”

“I get it but-“

“No buts!” Tony growled, standing up and leaving the scotch at the coffee table. “It’s not just irresponsible to do this on a school night, but you didn’t even tell me where you were! Partying’s fine! But at least give me a head’s up on your location! May didn’t even-“

“Mr Stark!”

“WHAT!” Tony yelled as he whirled around, rage knitting his eyebrows together. But his eyes shot open as he took in the sight of his ward. Peter was sweating profusely, and even for a white schoolboy whose skin never saw the sunlight, his face was extremely pale.

“I…I don’t feel so good..” he wheezed out.

No. Tony thought, rushing forward and catching Peter as he slipped off the couch. No no no no no. Don’t say that.

“Peter, talk to me,” he breathed, trying to control the tremble in his voice. Or the rapid pounding of his heart. Or the shake in his breath. “What doesn’t feel good?”

“I don’t..I don’t know what’s happen-I don’t know what’s happening!” Peter was crying by now, and Tony arms had never been tighter around another human being. 

Tell me what’s wrong and we can fix this! He wants to yell. I can fix this. But all that comes out of his mouth is a agonized whisper of, “You’re alright. You’re alright.”

He can tell that Peter is getting lighter by the second, and he can feel the inevitability of the situation. 

“Mr S’ark…” He looks at the boy (because he’s just that - a boy who was supposed to graduate the next year and bring his girl home and get married and have kids) and he sees the cracks forming on his cheeks, but he feels the same cracks digging into his heart. 

“I don’t wanna go,” the tear-filled eyes beg him. “I don’t wanna go. Sir, please! I don’t wanna go!” 

Tony opens his mouth, and wants to yell words of comfort and courage and tell Peter to hold on, but nothing comes out. He just shakes and shakes and doesn’t let go, even as the arms around his shoulders dissipate. 

“..Mis’er S’ark..” His arms are tighter and tighter, even as he feels the erosion of the child in his arms. His child.

“…stark…”

“STARK!” 

Tony’s head shoots up and he gasps for air, his heart beating like a war drum and his entire frame shaking like an earthquake. Nightmare. His head whips around to find the blue bald alien, hand on his shoulder, concern etched subtly on her features. Nebula. He looks around. Red. He touches his cheeks. Tears. He looks down at his hands. Ash. And reality sat in. 

a full account of the entire film from several outsider povs, preferrable via social media

sad lonely peter living the superhero life post-film but making the best of it

honestly mid-and-post-film povs of both other spider-men

matt murdock doing literally anything

ANDREW GARFIELD’S PETER STOPPED PULLING HIS PUNCHES?! this boy has murdered some people and regrets it and i don’t actually hate that as a story arc for him, give me more of that

mj’s pov on this sad strange boy who keeps showing up where she works

all the avengers and peter’s friends and society at large pov on this sad strange boy - he’s weird, is he a villain, is he a homeless junkie, what’s going on with this oddly skittish kid who acts overly-familiar - who keeps showing up and getting involved, leading up to a BIG REVEAL

FIX-IT FIC

get andrew’s spider-man an mj, and by an mj i mean a male mj and make peter bi. don’t just listen to me, andrew garfield said so

outsider pov on peter’s few insane days back at school!!! like give me an entire year of that

miles morales. we deserve him.

MORE UNIVERSE HOPPING!

someone slap jjj in the face. for me, as a treat

aunt may lives!!!!!!!!!!

or maybe an AU aunt may crosses universes so peter can get a hug?

more spider trio. let them hang out. i love them

EDIT: Having recently rewatched TASM -

may and ben musing about having this brilliant kid who’s theirs but not theirs, who fixes things around the house and who they love so much

gwen’s many friends wondering about this stuttering loner skater kid that gwen’s suddenly in love with and is but isn’t in their friends group now

may (and ben while he was still alive) trying to figure out what’s going on with their kid, who discovered a connection to his absentee father and is suddenly skipping school and getting in trouble, who lost his uncle and is coming home bruised and bloody, who seems to be showing up high or stoned sometimes and may is alone slowly losing it and desperately trying to make sense of what’s happening

Sadder thought.

Thor begs everyone he knows to speak to Loki again. Norns, Strange, Wanda, even some magic users in Asgard but they all tell him the same thing.

Loki is nowhere to be found.

It eats Thor alive. He’s convinced Loki must not have been worthy for Valhalla. He won’t be reunited with Frigga or any of the other Asgardians. He’s stuck in limbo. Alone. Forever. And Thor has no idea why. He died trying to save him. When the multiverse opens up, and the truth of the TVA come to light, more and more variants trapped in the void come out and latch on to the nearest timeline. Thor has a hunch. Or perhaps it’s childish hope and goes searching.

The void is bigger than he thought and it takes a long time of searching but it finally comes. One day he was fending off a band of pirates (or was it cannibals) when a familiar (several) heads of horns come swooping in to swipe what he was after.

They were all Lokis. Each being led by the smallest one and his pet alligator. Some looked like exact clones of his brother but Thor knew better. Call it an external force or the fact that he spent his whole life with Loki by his side, but Thor knew the truth. They weren’t his. Suddenly, the crowd parted to reveal a (slightly) more haggard Loki sporting a permanent scar on his neck. Thor’s heart clenched at the familiar smile on this Loki’s face.

 Do you have freckles? 

 Do you drink tea or coffee? How do you take it? 

What was the last song you listened to? 

Do you sleep on your back, stomach or side? 

Do you sleep with a stuffed animal? 

Do you prefer drawing or writing? 

What’s your ideal number of blankets to sleep with? 

What’s your favorite band/artist? 

When is your birthday? 

How tall are you? 

What color are your eyes? 

Who are five (or more) people you want to hug right now? 

Fears? 

What’s your favorite color? 

What’s your favorite season? 

Want any tattoos? What of? 

Want any piercings? Where? 

Who is the last person you texted? 

Do you have a best friend? How long have you been friends? 

What/who do you miss? 

How was your day today? 

How much sleep did you get last night? 

Do you believe in aliens? 

When was the last time you cried? Why? 

What’s your favorite decade? 

What are some seemingly childish things you like? 

What’s your favorite book? Or just one you’ve read a few times? 

How are you, really? 

Does it take you a long time to make decisions? 

What are you looking forward to in the near future? 

What are you looking forward to in the distant future? 

If you could go anywhere right now, where would you go? 

Do you sleep with your door open or closed? 

What’s your favorite flower? 

Do you currently have a squish? 

Do you like your middle name? 

Do you prefer dogs or cats? 

Do you have any phobias? 

Do you stay up late?

Do you like the beach? Do you prefer it sunny or cloudy? 

What’s your favorite cartoon? 

Tag 5 of your favorite blogs

Do you have siblings? How many? 

Who was the last person you said “I love you” to? 

Is there anyone you would die for? 

What do you need when you’re sad? 

Have you memorized your phone number? 

Who’s someone you can trust with your life? 

What does your last text say? 

1) Her hair is completely wrong for the 40’s. No professional/working woman  would have her hair loose like that. Since they’re trying to pass this off as a military hospital, Steve would know that she would at least have her hair carefully pulled back, if maybe not in the elaborate coiffures that would have been popular.

2) Her tie? Too wide, too long. That’s a man’s tie, not a woman’s. They did, however, get the knot correct as far as I can see - that looks like a Windsor.

3) That. Bra. There is so much clashing between that bra and what Steve would expect (remember, he worked with a bunch of women for a long time) that it has to be intentional. She’s wearing a foam cup, which would have been unheard of back then. It’s also an exceptionally old or ill-fitting bra - why else can you see the tops of the cups? No woman would have been caught dead with misbehaving lingerie like that back then, and the soft satin cups of 40’s lingerie made it nearly impossible anyway. Her breasts are also sitting at a much lower angle than would be acceptable in the 40’s.

There’s no knowing what kind of condition Steve’s in, or what kind of person he really is, after decades of nostalgia blur the reality and the long years in the ice (after a plane crash and a shitload of radiation) do their work. (Pre-crash Steve is in lots of files, I’m sure. Nick Fury does not trust files.) So Fury instructs his people to build a stage, and makes sure that the right people put up some of the wrong cues.

Maybe the real Steve’s a dick, or just an above-average jock; maybe he had a knack for hanging out with real talent. Maybe he hit his head too hard on the landing and he’s not gonna be Captain anymore. On the flipside, if he really is smart, then putting him in a standard, modern hospital room and telling him the truth is going to have him clamming up and refusing to believe a goddamn thing he hears for a really long time.

The real question here is, how long it does it take for the man, the myth, the legend to notice? What does he do about it? How long does he wait to get his bearings, confirm his suspicions, and gather information before attempting busting out?

They make a dent.  They get one drop of blood out of him. And then he wipes the floor with them like it’s nothing.  Just shakes all of that off like it’s NOTHING. You really get the sense that this is impossible, that Thanos is just a rolling TIDAL WAVE OF DOOM rolling over them all. Nothing can stop him.  He has four Infinity Stones now, he’s more than halfway there, this is impossible. Then he has the Time Stone.  Then he has the Mind Stone.  He’s complete, he’s fully Infinity Stone’d the fuck up. They are all completely fucked. AND THEN. THOR ODINSON, GOD OF THUNDER, KING OF ASGARD:  HOLD MY FUCKIN’ BEER.

I say I don’t think people realise - the truth is I hope they don’t, because the alternative is that they don’t care. That’s certainly the impression I’ve got from Twitter, where a truly horrifying number of people are arguing that copyright on  all books should expire after thirty years, and you should be able to acquire books for  free after that. This … would not just mean that everyone gets free books. It would mean if you write a book at 30, not only do you lose any royalties from it at 60, but Disney can take it, make a franchise out of it, Scrooge McDuck it up in a pool of money while you starve because writers don’t get workplace pensions.

Some threads on the unintended (?) consequences of this. I can’t go over it all again. John Brownlow NK Jemisin Michael Marshall Smith Me Marina Lostetter Kari Dru and others William Gibson and others

There are plenty of others. It’s not that this actual idea will actually happen, but I do think it reinforces the idea that it’s not only okay, but sometimes actually virtuous to search for ways to enjoy writers’ work without paying for it. Like it’s somehow a step towards a better world. Not just at the reader end, to be fair, at the employer end too. And I do see a lot of people here too who are all about supporting workers unless the workers are writers in which case fuck’em. 

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So I was rewatching Far From Home for the hundredth time and how have I only just noticed that Peter and May both blipped and were gone for 5 years but they have some of their old belongings in their new apartment?!

So we know Peter’s likely just moved in FFH since it looks like he’s still unpacking boxes before going on vacation:

And we obviously know that Peter has Uncle Ben’s suitcase due to the initials on it:

This is a secondhand belonging which the Parker’s have probably owned for years - way before the blip since it belonged to uncle Ben. Peter’s also seen selling his toys, including Lobot, in Peter’s To Do List which takes place at the beginning for FFH.

These are rare action figures and again most likely owned for quite some time to hold financial value (note it’s clear that this is a tough thing for Peter to do he can’t actually bring himself to sell Lobot - demonstrating how precious the action figure is to Peter emotionally) and the same toys are even shown on Peter’s shelf in Homecoming.

So, evidence provided, we can conclude that someone *cough*Tony Stark*cough* kept ahold of the Parker’s belongings during the blip, most importantly belongings that Peter has a strong emotional connection to. No one would want someone elses personalized suitcase and toys to own for their benefit and the Parker’s don’t have any other family as far as we’re aware. This means Tony Stark looked after Peter’s stuff for 5 years after Peter was dusted hoping he would come back. Tony knew that Peter would one day want his uncle’s suitcase and his action figures so he looked after them until he could find a way to bring Peter back.