Hey, I was wondering if you could find me a fic where Tony thinks all Peter does is help old ladies cross the street and rescue cats and stuff but Peter reveals that he also helps rape victims and stops child trafficking rings
sorry for the wait! Is this the one? You will need an account to read
Spiderman is a choice, not a limit, Mr Stark by whimsical_girl_357Â
"It's wonder boy!" Exclaimed Sam loudly, drawing most if the team's eyes from the screen, "how many cats did you rescue today?"
"None." Peter hadn't had the time that early morning patrol, he'd been busy busting a trafficking ring with Daredevil. Then there'd been an attempted rape. The cats had had to make do.
Tony snorted, "losing your touch underoos?"
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What would happen if Tony just suddenly reappeared at the Avengers compound and the first person to see him is Peter, whoâs still haunted by Beckâs reality bending?
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Three years after the final snap, Tony suddenly appeared outside the Avengers Compound, disoriented and weak but alive. He wandered into the nearest building, having to stop every few steps to breathe and clear the white spots from his vision, chest heaving. When heâd regained his bearings enough to look around him, he realized he was in the common area for the Avengers.
He released a sigh of relief. âFri, what the hell happened?â he rasped.
He frowned when nothing but silence met his inquiry. Something wasnât right.
He scrutinized his surroundings closer. It was similar to the compound he knew but not quite the same.
He staggered, hands gripping the back of the couch tightly as he was bombarded with images of the smoking ruins of buildings surrounded by scorched earth.
Right. Thanos and his cronies ensured that a redesign would be necessary. And apparently whoever was in charge of the rebuild either scrapped his baby girl or couldnât figure out how to coax her into running their buildings for them without Tonyâs brilliance.
Well, it appeared that this was once again Avengers HQ so this should be as safe a place as any to be until he figured out what was going on. He hoped.
Right now, he was willing to risk just about anything for a glass of water and the sight of the refrigerator across the room was too tempting. He shuffled across the room, leaning heavily on furniture and walls along the way.
He reached for a cup from the cabinet, but his shaking hands couldnât maintain a grip, sending two glasses plummeting to shatter on the floor at his feet. Falling forward, he rested his forehead against the cool metal of the fridge and tried to hold back the frustrated tears crowding behind his eyes.
He heard footsteps padding into the kitchen but didnât have the energy to turn around. If it was an enemy, they could just kill him at this point for all he cared.
That resolve was quickly tested when he heard the footsteps stop abruptly before he was suddenly hauled into the air and thrown against the wall next to him, an iron grip around his neck.
His eyes wide and heart about to leap out of his throat, it took him a minute to recognize who had him captured. Peter.
His muscles relaxed as much as was possible with adrenaline overflowing his system while still being pinned down by a superhuman.
If he was expecting the same reaction from Peter, he was gravely mistaken.
âWho the fuck are you?â Peter snarled, eyes flinty and mouth a tight line.
Tonyâs hands were coming up, open-palmed in the universal sign of âIâm not a threatâ but they were webbed in place before they moved more than a couple inches.
âWell this brings back fond memories,â Tony joked weakly. Fight or flight brought out either life-saving genius or the stupid and snarky in him. Obviously this was a case of the latter.
Peterâs face twisted, grasp tightening around Tonyâs neck. âWhat do you mean?â
Tony wheezed, wishing he could tap on Peterâs arm, something like real fear creeping through his veins. Heâd always known Peter was among the most powerful of all of them, but his sweet temperament, even in the worst situations, made that easy to forget. There was nothing sweet about this hard creature in front of him, all rough edges, bared teeth, and corded muscle.
When it was obvious that Peter expected an answer, Tony let out a few pointed coughs, eyes darting down to the hand nearly cutting off his air supply.
When it loosened, infinitesimally but enough that he could speak, he answered, âWhen we met the first time, you webbed my hand to the door when I tried to leave,â he croaked.
Peter pulled him away from the wall just to slam him against it again. âHow do you know that?â He growled, eyes wild.
âWhat do you mean how do I know? I was there, you idiot! I had that stupid webbing stuck on my hand for two hours!â Tony babbled, hysteria building.
Peterâs grip slackened but didnât completely release. Tony could feel the fine tremors traveling from Peterâs hands into the thin skin behind his jaw.
âSomething else. Tell me something else only you would know,â Peter commanded.
âWhat? Thereâs a lot that I know that no one else does. One particular item apparently seems to be how to get my AI integrated into this building.â
Peter wasnât amused. âIâm not playing around, asshole. You have thirty seconds to tell me something to prove your identity or Iâm gonna snap your neck.â
Okay. There was some motivation. Tonyâs mind was racing, but mostly in useless circles, everything still cloudy and sluggish. He continued to latch on to their early interactions. âAfter we got back from Berlin, I did a video to show to your aunt and in one of the outtakes I made a comment about her wearing something skimpy. You didnât think it was near as funny as I did,â Tony said quickly.
âThat was on video. Easily hacked and found by someone else,â Peter dismissed immediately.
âI-I donât,â Tony stuttered, panic setting in.
âIâm losing patience,â Peter warned, eyes narrowed.
âJust wait! I-Iâm trying to-â Peterâs finger brushed against Tonyâs carotid. âTitan!â he shouted.
Peterâs whole body froze. âWe were on Titan and you were the last one to disappear. You begged me not to let you go, to make it stop, but I couldnât, I failed, and you-you died in my arms and I was left there alone and I never got to tell you how fucking sorry I am for dragging you into all this bullshit, for not protecting you and-â Tony hoped that was enough because he physically couldnât push any more words past the familiar mass of guilt that took the place of Peterâs suddenly absent hand in stealing his ability to breathe.
âMr. Stark,â Peter breathed. Tony looked up to see Peter staring at him cautiously. Seeing him with eyes wide and hair rumpled, looking so suddenly, vulnerably young was jarring after the cold-blooded killer act.
âHey, kid,â Tony responded hoarsely, knees buckling as he crashed to the floor, hands still stuck to the wall.
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Bruh. This was again supposed to be a start of a prompt that I wanted to just fill in a quick one shot, but this initial intro part keeps coming out much more involved than the single paragraph I plan for. đ¤ˇđťââď¸ At least this version is much less intense/angsty than what I came up with a few days ago.
Hoping to continue this though and finally get into my original idea
"You can't win," he chuckled, the rumble of his growl resonating through the empty room. His fist snapped out and struck the larger man square in the chest, feeling the bones bend beneath his hand. Â He swung again and felt them break. The man screamed. Spiderman stood tall above the man, feeling the rage inside of him boil. His foot snapped out, catching him in the gut, eliciting a moan from the pathetic man.
"You shouldn't have touched my family."
Kick.
"You shouldn't have touched him."
Kick.
"You won't again."
Peter wrapped his webbing around his ankles and strung him up, letting him hang upside down, snapping a punch at his face. The door opened, and Deadpool stumbled in, still bleeding but healed enough to walk. "Spidey, stop." he groaned. "You're supposed to be the good guy."
Peter didn't look at him as he punched the back again, breaking his nose. Â "Stop!" Wade croaked, trying to make his way across the room without falling. Peter, trying to hold onto his rage rather than going to care for Wade, refused to look at his weakness. He watched the man in front of him bleed, wanting to leave him there for his blood to gather in his brain and kill him.
Wade grabbed his arm, leaning on him heavily for support. "You're the good guy," he gasped. Â Peter sighed, and cut the man down, binding his arms and leaning him up against a post.
"Fine. But you need to call the ambulance. I'm not."
Hey! It's been a while since I asked anything. So, I was wondering if you could recommend any fics similar to "I told you I had issues" or "wake up to the smell of coffee". Theyâre so good and I thi k we really need more angry Peter in the world. That's it! Bye!
here you go
the long game by niniblack
âYour prints were a match for a missing persons case from ten years ago. A little boy who was kidnapped.â
The officer pulls out a picture that she turns toward Peter. Itâs a little boy around four years old, with curly brown hair. âThatâs you,â she says.
Peter shakes his head.
âDo you remember how you got to that park? Who left you there?â
âLady, I donât remember jack shit,â Peter says. âI was like four. No one remembers shit from when they were four.â
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Or: the biodad au where Peter gets arrested for selling drugs, and that actually improves his life.
Paradigm shift by Bergen
Peter got a Stark phone when he was ten. Adrian took him to a big store with lots of TV screens that all played the same video of Tony Stark declaring to the world that he was Iron Man. They ducked behind the microwaves, both of them giggling as Adrian stuffed the phone under Peterâs sweater.
They walked right out the door without tripping the alarm, and Adrian bought him ice cream to celebrate.
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After his parents die, Peter is taken in by the Toomes family. Things slowly, then quickly spiral out of control. All Adrian wants is to take revenge on Tony Stark. All Peter wants is to do the right thing. Why is that so much harder than expected?
The seventh escape by Bergen
Tony and Pepper snatched Peter up only a few weeks after the first Spider-Man video went viral. Real fucking coincidence, right? Suddenly, Tony Stark rocked right up at his group home, strewing business cards around like he was Oprah. If Oprah were an ugly white dude with a goatee.
âBig fan,â he told Peter, fasting forward through a video of Spider-Man catching a bus before it crashed through a road block. âIn and out of foster care your whole life, am I right? I believe my wife and I could provide a very fitting home for you.â
âPass,â Peter said.
Alone (When I Should Be With You) by HappyJuicyfruit
âNo, I donât think I will let you go.â Mr. Stark said, ânot until you tell me whatâs going on.â His grip readjusted, stronger than before, and Peter felt his chances of getting out of here slipping away from him.Â
Thatâs when he started fighting for real.Â
âWoah, woah, okay,â Mr. Starkâs faceplant fell back into place when one of Peterâs fists flew too close. âPete, calm down. I donât want to hurt you, I just- I donât understand. What is going on? First you take down Toomes, and then you change your mind about Spider Man entirely? I give you back the suit, and you never put it on. Instead you choose to beat the shit out of these low lifes? What changed in two weeks?âÂ
âEverything!â Peter shouted, finally pushing out of Mr. Starkâs hold. âEverythingâs changed!â
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Heyy!!! wondering if you could find this for me, i think its set a bit after homecoming, and happy+tony are like still kind of ignoring peter?? peter just starts to give up on seeing mr. stark as his idol and the hes fighting some villain and he finds Stark weapons. he takes them to tony and is like angry and all. thank you so much!!!đ
hello, sorry itâs been so long for you, but could this maybe hopefully be your fic? It has some similarities
I'd Be Fine (If I Never Saw You Again)Â by The_front_bottoms
I know I'd be fine if I never saw you again.
Till I see you again
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Peter Parker was sick and tired of being the one to initiate contact with Stark, not to mention hardly ever getting a response. It felt the only time Tony contacted him was to reprimand his work as Spider-Man. So, he leaves it to Mr. Stark to contact him. Unfortunately, this leaves Peter and Tony on a hiatus for 3 years.
Life has a funny way of bringing people together. Tony must now, in someway, work with a really resentful Peter Parker who is definitely not the same sweet 15 year old boy he remembers.
hey!! do you have any fic recs where tony messes up with peter and makes up for it publicly and everyone can see that he is sorry for what he did and that he actually knows peter.
Hereâs this one for you.
You Heard Me Correctly, Mr Parker by anima_mea_amica
Is it a wonder i broke?
let's hear one more joke.
Then we can all just laugh
until I cry. - T.S.
âGood evening Mr Captain America Rogers, sir,â Peter replied and Mr Stark let out a guffaw, âGod kid, youâre hilarious."
âI donât know about the rest of you but if the kid calls me Mr Hawkeye or Mr Hawkeye Barton even once Iâll lock him in an empty room and set Fury on him,â Hawkeye said, âIf you really donât want to call me Clint, kid, call me Hawkeye.â Peter just nodded, his throat was way too blocked up to speak and there was a stinging sensation behind his eyes.
Sometime 6 months later, Peter hasnât spoken to Tony Stark since and he wasnât planning to ever again, that was until Mr Harringtonâs announcement. But that wasnât even the worst of it.
âI'm sorry, what? I think I misheard you, Mr Harrington."
âYou heard me correctly, Mr Parker,â said Mr Harrington, gravely, âYouâve been banned from Avengers Tower.â
I read it a long time ago so I can't remember too much of the fic but I believe it was a oneshot and the avengers including peter were training. Steve was pushing peter on the weights and kept pushing even though peter kept saying he couldn't anymore. He got overwhelmed and said a big speech about everything he's went through then the fic ended with him running out of the gym. Not sure if it was updated more since. Thank you!
this is for you! Enjoy!
The Push. by Queen of the Seven Hells (miranda90)
Steve pushed him too far and now Peter's had enough.
