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[ . . . ] #SP1D3RM4N⸻ peter parker aka spider-man. an original portrayal of spiderman, based predominantly in the mcu. this space writes both multi para and short form. mcu canon compliant but open to alternative universes, set pre & post brand new day & has verses in line with most films. has seen brand new day, spoilers will be tagged with 'bnd sw' - you can also find me here: @hatesdogs & @hydraspuppet
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SPIDER-MAN: HOMECOMING 2017 | dir. Jon Watts
' Of course I do! people think so as well, no matter what the haters think.' She smiled sitting down across from him on the couch, one leg on the couch as she leaned into her palm, elbow propped on the back of the said couch. ' It still makes it badass, I know you deal with so much and don't get paid but because of you and every other superhero around, the city is more safer not FULLY safe but safe enough.' She moved close to him, pressing her shoulder against his gently. ' It's nice though seeing you not fighting for once and just being...well like this.' Why was she pressed against him like this? they barely knew one another, she felt this warmth this familiarity with him, as if she knew him her eyes moved onto his mask. ' I somehow...feel as if I know you...is that cliche? '
For a moment, Peter forgets how to respond. Not because of the compliment, though that certainly doesn't help, but because of the sudden warmth against his shoulder. He goes oddly still, the lenses of his mask widening a fraction as he glances sideways at her. "Uh . . . no. Not cliche." A beat. "Maybe a little weird, though. I mean, I have a pretty memorable voice. Um . . . and the whole mask thing. Very distinctive mask, you know? The red. . . and uh, the . . ." Why does she make him so nervous?
Ryan felt something was off. Magical vibrations of sorts always ran through him, but he could always tell when someone was... well, different. He chalked it up to his abilities and never even got around to asking Shadow if his family was even human. It was there on the tip of his tongue. Something told him not to ask. Like some kind of stupid hutch. "You're very bad at this." Why was Ryan on the rooftop? He needed air and to get the hell away from his annoying daemon. Shadow never let him breathe. Always nagged him about studying his dumbass grimoire. You need to learn more battle magic. You need to be prepared for the unexpected. But that was the thing. No one expected him. He didn't look like a special person. Maybe his eyes did now, but that was beside the point. The point being made was, he looked ordinary. "On the roof?" His head tilted, and Ryan's brow shot up. "I think you're kinda lost, bud... hey. Do I know you? You look... familiar."
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"Okay, wow. In my defense, the library could've been on the roof . . . this is M.I.T. It's . . . hi-tech." A beat. "Not the whole library, obviously. That'd be-" He gestures vaguely toward the building behind them. "A lot of books. And structural concerns. I meant, like, an entrance. A rooftop entrance." He pauses then, realising even as he says it that this is not helping his case. Unfortunately for Peter, being naturally defensive was a trait he couldn't suppress with a fancy inhibitor. "Yeah--okay, no. That sounded better in my head . . ."
Peter shifts his backpack higher onto his shoulder, subtly making sure the edge of the Spider-Man mask wasn't poking out, offering the stranger(?) an almost smile on his lips. "Oh. I get that a lot. It's probably the face. I've got a very . . . average face. Extremely forgettable." The smile lingers for half a second longer before something prickles sharply at the back of his neck, a familiar buzz of static. It isn't quite the familiar warning of danger. Not the sudden, instinctive move that usually comes before a punch, a bullet, or falling debris. It's something different.
His head tilts almost imperceptibly, attention settling back on the stranger. "You know, actually . . . maybe you're right, have we met before?"
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peter's birthday gift isn't really presented until he arrives at the apartment this evening. as soon as he enters the kitchen, the squad are gathered, a three-layer red velvet cake on the table with a ring of candles, and an assortment of gifts waiting to be opened.
from stanley and richard, ever the patriarchs, peter receives an envelope with $150 (richard hates buying gifts) and a dual photo frame, one with peter, aunt may, MJ and ned, the other with peter and the squad crowded together during a mid-summer barbecue.
jude's gift is less sentimental and more practical: a tiny tracking chip, designed to be installed in his back molar.
anthony looks somewhat incredulous before presenting his own gift; a polo mallet made of birch wood, scarlet and cobalt ribbons on the handle, a familiar black spider symbol painted on both faces of the mallet.
kate presents a small navy blue tin, containing a loose tea blend of chamomile and orange blossom: "perfect for granting a good night's rest". edwina follows up with a hand-painted teacup and saucer, both in a beautiful shade of crimson, silvery spiderwebs painted on the inside of the cup.
sansa, jordan and marie worked together on their own gift for peter (which is to say, jordan and marie split the cost of a gorgeous dark wash denim jacket, and sansa embroidered it with pearly white webs, peter at the middle of it, and a range of faceless but identifiable figures surrounding him.
jayce and viktor worked together to create an ointment that, once applied, releases a number of molecules that soothe and heal bruises at an accelerated rate.
inej and wyatt worked together to combine a leather-bound notebook with peter's initials stamped on the front, with a small bronze disc; a diary that can only be opened with peter's thumbprint.
victor presents a hybridized aloe vera plant that releasese the same soothing scent as lavender.
advik presents a ceiling ornament, a range of delicate wires forming a web, with tiny origami spiders suspended from each strand.
and aisling concludes the gifts with a key ring, three keys attached; one for the diner, one for the apartment and one for his new room. " just in case. you know? you might need a place to rest. "
"Wait, all of this is for me?" He'd expected a birthday cake, maybe - Aisling couldn't help herself when it came to feeding those she cared about, so it only seemed right. A cake was manageable. He could joke about it, blow out the candles, complain about getting older despite technically being nowhere near old enough to complain about getting older (don't you know . . . 22 is the new 35)!
. . . still, he hadn't expected this.
The gifts (and gifters) accumulate around him one by one, each somehow more personal than the last. Money he immediately tries to refuse before Stanley and Richard have the chance to insist. Though the frames have him going quiet for a moment too long, thumb brushing absentmindedly over the frame.
"Thank you." It's barely a whisper.
Then Jude's tracking chip earns a very different reaction.
"Absolutely not."
Anthony gets an incredulous look back in return as Peter opens the mallet; "Is this because you think I need a hobby . . ?" uttered after. The tea earns a softer, more genuine smile from Peter. The cup and jacket leave him quieter, fingers tracing the silver webs and pearly embroidery, gaze lingering over the figures. "Guys..."
The ointment gets a grateful laugh, and the leather-bound notebook earns a raised eyebrow that turns into wide eyes when he discovers the hidden feature. The aloe plant is met with a quiet, but still genuinely delighted, "Okay, that's actually really cool."
Then the ceiling ornament (which he thinks is possibly the best spider related craft he's ever seen) is met with a gasp before he's looking up close at it again, following each delicate strand and tiny suspended spider with genuine fascination.
Then, finally, the keys.
" . . . you're serious? My room?"
“ this was fun! ”
Smash bros tournament with Ned? Oh, Peter had dreamed of days like these again . . . four years of isolation (and, tragically, no Switch 2) meant he'd had to rely on his spider-senses to get the upper hand. Though, to be fair, Ned had proven to be a formidable opponent. There was no shame in admitting that. "Yeah, man." The response comes with an easy grin beneath the mask . . .
. . . he missed his guy in the chair.
"We should do this again? Maybe it could be a weekend thing - I mean, I don't do weekends . . . sometimes. All the time. You know how it is - Spider-Man . . ." Peter gestures vaguely with the Switch controller, as though that somehow explains his extremely complicated calendar situation. "Very busy guy."
How the Black Widow got intel on her coworkers was no one's business. Somehow she had concluded that whoever was behind Spider-man had their birthday today, or that the masked hero had designated this day as their birthday (whether it really was or not).
It was unlike her giving gifts, as she rarely got personal or sentimental. However, there was something different about their shared spider bond. She had found a 3D silver pin of a detailed spider in a market place and picked it up because it had seemed wrong to leave it behind. Then, when she'd sat down with her masked "guest" after a long day, her looking at his hidden appearance (still a little comical and surreal that she was housing someone unidentifiable) and him looking back at her, she had been reminded of the pin.
"This is for you." From her pocket to her hand, she leaned forward and gave him the pin unwrapped. "It feels right giving it to you today, I'm not sure why," the latter part a lie.
It was stupid, he knew, spending his days with the other hero and trying to maintain anonymity. He knew the Black Widow, Natasha - they'd even bonded in the past briefly . . . and yet, it felt like a ridiculous cage he'd locked himself in (currently clothed in a ESU hoodie, Spider-Man mask, and jeans). There was no real reason he couldn't trust her, not entirely, and yet he'd spent so long keeping everyone at arm's length that the habit had become something almost instinctive - a wall that he'd built up isolated brick by isolated brick.
He'd told himself time and time again that it was necessary. That being Spider-Man meant keeping Peter Parker separate from the rest of the world, that hiding his identity from Ned, from MJ, from the world, was the only logical thing to do.
And yet, his attention drops to the pin she holds out to him, reaching out to take it into his own hands. It's small, and it looks pretty old, but there was something about the fact that she'd seen it, thought of him, and decided to give it to him that catches somewhere beneath his ribs.
". . . is this a birthday present?" His head tips to the side, the white lenses narrowing slightly as he looks between the spider pin and Natasha. "Because, uh . . . I should probably warn you, I didn't get you anything. I don't actually know when your birthday is . . . " A beat. " . . . it's not on the Avengers wiki."
“ i know you’re out there. ”
"No, I'm not . . ." Busted - he denies it immediately, without thinking, hastily stuffing the suit and mask he was about to put on back into his backpack.
It wasn't too hard for Peter to pass as a student at M.I.T, after all - he'd practically made the cut once upon a time, it only took a college hoodie and a sleep deprived visage to pull off the student look. He should've been here with Ned and MJ, making the most of their college years together, the three of them figuring out how to be adults without any idea what they were actually doing. He should have been Spider-Man'ing in Boston. Instead, he'd spent the majority of the year keeping his distance back in Queens. Not that it mattered to them. They didn't remember he existed. Still, that didn't exactly make standing on the roof of their dorm building any less weird - especially to the stranger nearby. "Sorry, yes, hi. I was looking for the . . . uh . . . library."
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' The burdens of being a badass superhero I guess.' She smiled softly looking towards him, once it was cleaned enough she grabbed a gauze and placed it gently over the gash, making sure it stuck to his skin as she pulled away giving a glance at his stomach and then quickly looking away. ' Um that should just about do it, don't think this is gonna happen often though, if you want AID you can pay me.' She joked throwing out the used stuff and closing the first aid kit.
". . . you think I'm badass? " He perks up, as if that was the only thing he'd taken out of the moment between them, at least it pulled his mind away from the biting sting of the the gauze touching his newly cleaned up wound. He could just have easily headed back to his own place and dealt with it himself, but there was a gentle familiarity in spending time with MJ . . . sometimes it felt like he was back in high school. "Oh, I don't - you know this superhero stuff doesn't pay? Does that make it more, or less, badass?"
the grin that lights up her face is not at his expense. it's only that he reminds her, in this very instance, of the kids inside. they had no curfew, and as far as grounding was concerned, aisling had little capacity for it. instead, whenever inej would slip in home in the early hours, or victor would sneak out to nurture a new batch of strawberries, aisling would simply stand curiously at her bedroom door, a fond smile toying at her features. you asleep? she'd ask in a soft whisper. and victor, arms full of gardening tools and ripened produce: yeah...
and as the nimble spider-man drops from the fire escape, receiving a round of light applause from aisling once she lowers the bag, all she can think of is how young you'd need to be to elicit that sort of maternal nostalgia. a thought further supported by how earnest he is in wanting to help with the trash. aisling lifts a reassuring hand, nudging the bag with her foot in response. " it's okay, not heavy in the slightest. but there's a bunch of squid ink in the bottom; we sorted out the smell, but it'll ruin your suit, i think! we had paella for dinner... you know, there's plenty left, if you'd like some? i know you'll have to lift the mask, but i can cover my eyes. then, maybe you can tell me why you were in our fire escape? "
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The applause has him dipping slightly in a mock bow, arm in front of him as if to compliment it - it's not exactly one of his most outrageous feats of athleticism, but it's something - and it seemed to have impressed her at the very least. "Don't worry about the suit -- it's stain resistant." At least, it was supposed to be. The suit had held up surprisingly well against blood (typically his own), dirt, and whatever else the average night of crime fighting threw at it. Whether that extended to squid ink was another question entirely . . . He'd never exactly reached the point of fighting any aquatic bad guys, thankfully, so there wasn't much of a precedent to work with where natural ink was concerned. "Actually - on second thought, I'll leave it to you."
There's a noticeable pause at her offer though, as if he's genuinely considering it - lenses on the mask narrowing as his brows furrow in thought. For a mask with only one distinct feature, Peter felt it had the ability to be fairly expressive. "You're sure? Because I don't want to, y'know, eat your dinner. That feels like a pretty bad first impression." Do the Avengers get invited in for dinner? Is this just one of them unspoken superhero perks - like the churro that time? "Or . . . maybe a worse first impression than hanging around on the fire escape . . . Sorry about that. "
“ don’t move. you’re hurt. let me help you. ”
"Don't worry about it I'm . . . " He'd been halfway through pushing himself upright, before the warning made him think better of it. His eyes flick toward the stranger, then down at the blood soaking through the navy fabric of his hoodie, he's almost certain he'd be fine in a matter of minutes. It would probably stop hurting then too . . . probably. " . . . This kind of stuff happens to me a lot." His gaze lifts back to them once again, a faint, apologetic smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Are you okay? Sorry."
“ the point is, i’ve never had control over my own life before, and now i do. ”
"Yeah . . . I get that." A beat, the lenses on the mask contracting a little as his brows furrow; voice suddenly taking on a more upbeat tone. "I mean, having control is good. Obviously. Huge fan of control." There's a faint smile, hidden beneath the webbed suit, hands splayed out in front of him in emphasis. "Just . . . you don't have to do everything yourself just because you finally can. You know?"
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[ . . . ] #SP1D3RM4N⸻ peter parker aka spiderman. an original portrayal of spiderman, based predominantly in the mcu. semi-canon compliant, set pre & post brand new day - but has verses in line with most films. penned by bee.
