This is for @bluesweatshirt for the friendly neighborhood exchange!

(also i’m really sorry i couldn’t add in a cut off on mobile)

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1.

Peter wasn't a sad person.

He wasn't too sad when his parents didn't come home from their business trip. Yeah, he was sad when Ben died- he died in front of him for god’s sake- but he didn’t show it, he sucked it up and helped May with the new struggles with money.

Peter wasn't sad, no. He was tired though.

God, he was so tired.

It had been two weeks since homecoming night and Peter was catering between not being able to sleep at all and waking up every night from nightmares.

This night was different, though.

Because for some reason… Mr Stark was in his nightmare.

It was never anyone but peter. Always Peter stuck under rubble, falling from a plane, stuck in the fire. Never anyone else so why now would it be Mr Stark?

That wasn’t exactly the first thought on his mind when he woke up.

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Peter woke up with a start, breath stuck in his chest, tears already escaping his eyes.

He threw the covers off him, needing to be free from the confines, before reaching for his phone.

He’s hurt, mr stark’s hurt and he can't help him- oh god he can't save him-

“Hello?” Mr Stark’s groggy voice shook him out of his thoughts.

“Mr Stark?” Peter asked, almost scared for any reply.

“Pete? You okay?” His mentor’s voice took on a new tone. Worry mixed with… something.

“Yeah, sorry, i just- I’m sorry for waking you- I’ll hang up now-”

“Peter. Are you okay?” The question made him want to cry, made him want to curl up and let it all out with how safe it made Peter feel.

“Yeah I’m-” he took a breath, “I’m fine,”

He could tell the billionaire knew he wasn’t, “Okay, well you might as well help me anyway,”

“Help you?”

“Yeah, i've been up for hours trying to figure this problem out,” He lied.

“O-okay”

The mechanic explained the problem to him, Peter letting the words wash over him, breathing through the explanation. He pretended not to notice when Mr Stark didn't ask for his thoughts, when he reminded him to breathe every now and then, just letting his words soothe the kid from the evident panic attack he’d just gone through.

God, he was so out of his element.

Maybe this was a good thing- maybe it was good for him to comfort this kid- this kid who he barely knew. Just for tonight, only tonight.

2. 

Tony was tired. No, scratch that- he was fucking exhausted.

He was pretty much ready to drop on that wednesday, ready to curl up in his king size bed and sleep for 16 hours straight.

And yeah, maybe he forgot it was lab day.

Peter walked- more like stumbled- through the lab doors, somehow racing and also shuffling to his seat, dropping his bag with a thud and sitting in his chair in almost the same manner.

Peter’s hair was messy, curls more unruly than usual, and Tony would bet that if he could see the kid’s eyes, they wouldn’t look healthy. 

“Hey kid,”

No answer.

“You okay?”

A delay, then a slight nod. Peter still hadn’t put anything in front of him, just simply sitting at the desk.

“You wanna skip lab day today?” 

Peter’s head shot up, eyes wide and concerned. And yeah, Tony was right, he had dark bags under his eyes.

“What? Is something wrong? Do you need me to leave?” Tony raised a hand to stop him.

“No- no- I mean more like…” He didn’t know how he was going to say this, “I’m pretty tired right now, do you wanna just order a pizza and chill out on the couch?”

Peter looked at him suspiciously, before nodding, already getting up and heading to the other room.

Yeah, tony thought to himself, you’re doing okay

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Peter was passed out on the couch within 5 minutes, remote laying in his limp hand and head lolled to the side awkwardly.

Tony brought the pizza in, setting the boxes down on the coffee table and gently shook Peter awake.

“Hey, kid,” He whispered as Peter woke up, matching the tone to the dark room, “You wanna have something to eat? Or at least get into more of a comfortable position,”

Peter nodded groggily, sitting up so Tony could sit next to him, legs touching as Peter moved closer. Tony raised his arm up and around the back of the couch, resting on the teenager’s shoulders and allowing him to relax into the billionaire.

Tony put a random star wars film on the tv, letting it drift into background noise as the kid fell asleep next to him.

For years, Tony had been scared of fucking a future kid up, becoming his father and eventually pushing everyone away. Somehow, now, his fears have receded, his mind reassuring him repeatedly.

He trusts you. You’re doing okay.

3.

Peter woke up under rubble.

No, no, this wasn’t a nightmare. The air was too thick, dust invading his airways. He choked on it as he took a breath. It was too dark, way too dark, the rocks were crushing him, piercing his skin in multiple places. He groaned with the weight, reaching for his watch instinctively. 

He pressed the side button three times, letting red light illuminate his surroundings and trying to breathe with the rubble pushing down on his chest.

His watch lit up blue, and Tony’s voice started speaking through it. 

“Peter? Pete- you there?”

“Y-yeah I’m here” He choked out, a waver in his voice.

“Okay, how are you feeling, kid?” 

“I- The rubble- it’s crushing me- i can’t-” His breath started to speed up at the reminder, panic invading his senses.

“Kid- kid! You gotta calm down, okay? We’re getting you out now, i promise- we’re gunna get you out real soon- but you gotta calm down for us to do that, okay?”

Peter made an affirmative noise, closing his eyes and trying to even out his breaths. His memories were resurfacing much quicker than he could cope with and Tony’s voice was only helping slightly. Peter didn’t know what he was saying, letting the noises meld together in his mind as he calmed himself.

After a few minutes- or hours, he didn’t know- he’d calmed down somewhat, finally able to focus on the voice coming out of his watch. 

“We’re getting you out of there now, kid. You’re doing so good for me, Pete- just keep breathing for me, okay?”

With the panic receding now, Peter was much more aware of his surroundings. He was also aware of the fact that his brain was slowing down, unable to process things as quickly as he normally could. There was a reason for that in the back of his mind but he couldn’t reach it. 

There was something wet underneath him, soaking up into his clothes, he didn’t like that. He wanted to move away from it but only made it hurt worse when he tried- he cried out in pain.

“T-tony!” 

There was a scuffle on the other end of the line- “Yeah, pete? You okay?- what’s happening?”

“T’ny- t- tony! T’y please- g’t me out- please- please- i- i can’t-” 

“Peter- what’s happening?”

“H’rts- my- my chest- there’s- it’s-” The panic was back now, confusing him even more than before, “S’mthing- und’r- something wet- under me- t’ny please-”

“Shit- Peter- Pete- breathe, okay kid? Breathe for me. We’re gunna help you,”

Peter took a breath, then another, and another, steadying his heart before whimpering when the rubble shifted, “Kid, we’ve almost got you. I need you to stay awake, okay? We’re gonna get to you soon but you gotta stay awake so you can tell us if we move the wrong thing, okay?”

Peter made an affirmative noise again, wanting nothing more than to move away from the pain, but listening to Tony.

Tony talked again a while later, surprising Peter when he did. 

“Pete? You still awake for me, bud?”

“Y-yeah im- im here,” 

He heard Tony breathe out slowly, “That’s good, Pete. We’re only a few feet away from you, but the next thing we’re going to move is gunna shift some stuff, okay? Tell us if it hurts you, okay, kid?”

“Okay- I’ll tell y’u”

He waited a few seconds, hearing some movement to his side, before the rubble shifted and his legs screamed in pain. He only let out a grunt, not wanting to stop the team’s efforts, and only a moment passed before he saw his father figure knelt down beside his head, cradling it with one hand. He smiled up at him.

“T-tony-” He sobbed.

Tony nodded, “Yeah, yeah, kid, i’m here now. Sorry we couldn’t get to you sooner but I got you now, i promise. You did so good for me, bud,”

“Good?” Peter’s eyes were closing now, relishing in the relief of pain after hours of panic.

“So good, kid. I’m so proud of you for staying calm. You can sleep now, okay? Let us do the rest.”

He smiled up at his mentor again, letting his eyes close and his body relaxed as his mind gave in to the not-so-distant pull of sleep.

4. 

Tony woke up that morning to a call from midtown tech.

Of course, he was confused as to why Peter’s school would call him at midday on a random tuesday.

“Is this Tony Stark?” The caller sounded dubious- doubtful.

“Yes, it is,”

“This is Julia calling from midtown tech. Are you the emergency contact for Peter Parker?”

“One of them, yes,”

“Would you be able to pick Peter up soon?” Tony was already getting some more presentable clothes on, worried as hell.

“Yes, of course. Can I ask why?”

“To be completely honest with you, Mr Stark, I don't even know. There’s a police officer in there with him right now, and that’s all i know.”

Tony froze. A police officer could only mean two things, and Tony didn’t like either option.

“I’ll be there in 10 minutes,” And with that, he hung up.

Peter practically fell into his arms when he walked into the office. Tony instinctively went to cradle the back of his head as he processed everything that was happening. One of those things being that Peter was crying.

Peter was crying.

He wrapped his arms around the teenager more firmly as the police officer stepped toward them.

“Mr Stark, I’m officer Langford,” Tony nodded curtly towards him, waiting for an explanation.

“You may want to sit down for this,” 

It took some time for Tony to maneuver Peter into a more comfortable position on the couch in the corner, the kid not wanting his mentor to see his face- in fear?- but they got there in the end.

The officer sat down in a chair opposite them, “I’m sorry to tell you this but this morning May Parker was involved in a car accident, she was rushed to the hospital but unfortunately, she was pronounced dead on arrival-” Peter held him slightly tighter, “We called you here because you were Peter’s second emergency contact, and in situations like these, we need a temporary home for him. If you agree, you can take him home now, and if not we can move him to a separate-” Tony held a hand up to cut him off.

He moved the hand back down to rub across Peter’s back, meant to be a soothing gesture but somehow made him more tense. 

“I’ll take him now, and i can sort out the paperwork for a… longer arrangement soon,” Officer Langford nodded before wishing them well and leaving, but Tony didn’t pay any notice, his mind too caught up in what just happened.

It wasn’t caught up in May’s death, somehow in the back of his mind, he knew, he knew that police officers didn’t just show up at a kid’s school for no reason. He wouldn’t have been called if it was anything else.

No, it wasn’t caught up with that.

It was caught up with the fact that Peter- his kid, his Peter- upon hearing Tony’s agreement to take him in- he lost all tension in his body. As if he was relieved, as if he feared Tony would leave him, as if he would abandon the kid he’s grown so close to lately.

Tony couldn’t process it.

“Hey, kiddo, can you look at me please?” Peter minutely shook his head, burrowing into Tony’s shirt even closer than before. His tears had long since stopped, now just seeking comfort from the billionaire.

“We’ve gotta be clear about some stuff, okay, bud? Just a few minutes and then we can go back to whatever this is,” Tony wasn’t good at this.

But, still, Peter pulled back from their embrace, head turned down towards his legs. 

“Kid-” Tony was stuck for words, “i want you to know that you can stay with me for as long as you like, okay? If it’s just for this week, for a while or if it’s for the rest of your life, okay? I need you to understand that i’m going to stick with you through all of it, anything you need from me, I’ll get it for you,” He took a breath, “You’re not alone in this,”

Peter crumpled.

As if against his own command, his body surged forward, arms clumsily reaching for his father figure, breaths coming through as gasps, head still downturned. 

But still, Tony caught him.

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Tony took Peter back to the tower, he set him up in his room, gave him food and sent him to bed. He figured they’d deal with talking about it tomorrow, after some good sleep and a long fucking think about how Tony feels about this kid.

That went to shit at around 4am.

Tony was up on his feet before he could process the scream, legs rushing him to the only inhabited room on his floor. Pushing the door open and hoping for the worst.

He really didn’t expect to see Peter in the corner, bed sheets crumpled around his feet, breaths barely present.

He kneeled down a few feet away, unsure about whether Peter needed him close or not. But upon seeing the kid reach out a trembling hand towards him, he surged forward, pulling the teenager into his arms.

“It’s okay, whatever it is, it’s okay, we’re safe. I’ve got you.” He repeated in hushed whispers, rocking the two of them back and forth.

It was only a few minutes later when Peter responded to him, breathing normally now, hand clutching his mentor’s shirt as he mumbled into his chest.

“Couldn’t- couldn’t save y’u- i- i can’- can’t do i’- pl’se t’ny-”

Tony hushed him. 

Peter repeated the mantra for another- god, tony didn’t know how long- until tony was finally able to hush him. The billionaire carefully picked him up, walking him the few feet over to the bed and laying him down in it. 

Tony hesitated by the door, before hushing his brain of all negative thoughts, turning off the light and retreating back into the teenager’s bedroom. He climbed into the bed with the kid, curling up next to him- relieved when Peter immediately turned to cling to his chest.

Slowly, he fell asleep.

5.

To say Peter was worried about this mission was an understatement. Him and Tony were going undercover together and honestly… it was already awkward. 

The thing is, Peter wouldn’t have any trouble going undercover normally but now, they were going in as father and son. 

There was this guy- this villain they’d started calling the ‘poisoner’- who was targeting father and son couples, poisoning the son and leaving the father with the body until they were found. They’d tried everything to arrest the guy but… he kept getting away- going undercover was the only option- the last ditch attempt before the avengers started knocking on doors.

It was weird how Peter was more scared to act like Toy was his dad, when he could actually die if the other guy got the upper hand.

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They were sat in the hotel room, waiting. 

They saw the guy- the poisoner- earlier at the bar. He’d followed them all night, back to their room but… he hadn’t pushed his way in, always staying just too far away to be apprehended by Tony.

It took a few hours for there to be a knock at the door, Tony standing up and casting a quick look at Peter before going to answer it.

He opened the door to see him- the guy- the poisoner- dressed up as a waiter or something, pushing a cart in front of him.

“Can i help you?”

He smiled, “Room service, sir,” He started pushing his way past Tony.

“I’m sorry, but we didn’t order room service,”

The poisoner turned around quickly as he heard the door blow shut, quickly pulling Tony into a headlock and facing Peter, who was frozen in the shock of it all.

“Now I’m going to say this one time only,” He ignored Tony struggling in his hold, pulling out a gun from his waistband, “There’s handcuffs under the cart. You’re going to cuff yourself to the bed or I’ll blow your dad’s brains out,” 

Peter moved slowly, sliding off the bed and keeping his hands visible. The man was the same height as Tony and didn’t look much bigger than him. Tony should be able to get out of his hold easily- there was a reason he couldn’t- and now he had a gun to his head.

He reached under the tablecloth, feeling the cold metal and pulling out three sets of handcuffs. He moved over to the bed again, cursing the hotel for having actual bed posts, and cuffed his left wrist to the bed, laying down on it to make himself more comfortable. 

The man then pushed Tony away from him, pointing the gun at Peter this time and making fear rush through him, “Now you- cuff his other hand to the bed,” 

Tony hesitated, making the man cock the gun, and Tony then quickly moved towards Peter, efficiently cuffing the teenager’s wrist, giving it a small squeeze of reassurance that didn’t do much to reassure him.

“Pull the chair away from the desk,” The poisoner commanded, “And cuff your hands behind it,”

Tony did so immediately, not risking Peter’s safety again. Only once he was situated did he start talking.

“You know you’re going to regret this,” The poisoner laughed.

“You really think so, do you? I know you’ve got this room bugged, i know the avengers are probably on their way here. But I’m here to send a message,”

“And what message is that?” 

He paused, pulling the lid off the metal plate he brought in on the cart, it revealed a neat line of six vials, all full of a blue liquid.

“You need to pay for what you did,”

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As it turns out, the poisoner doesn't actually inject the poison.

No, that would be too merciful.

Tony’s handcuffed to the chair he’s sat in, facing the bed. The same bed of which Peter, his kid, the teenager who he’d grown to care for so much in the past year or two, was handcuffed to in an ironic parallel. Father and son. Mentor and mentee. Tony, the merchant of death, destined to lead anyone he comes into contact with to a gruesome fate.

Peter happened to be that person.

Tony remembered the first few days after the fight with the rogues, how he regretted taking Peter with him, knowing he was going to ruin the kid. The few months after had only solidified that claim, and so he’d taken the suit.

There was no way he was getting out of the situation now.

The poisoner- that son of a bitch tony was going to kill as soon as he could get out of this damn chair-

The poisoner, had strapped a mask to the teenager’s head, slowly screwing in a vial of that fucking liquid on either side.

And now he was breathing it in- the gas- the poison that Tony just sat there as he’d been strapped down.

Now, Tony thought it was bad enough when he’d had all those thoughts running through his head, memories of Peter before they’d gotten to know each other, before Tony had taken him in. He thought that had been bad enough.

But no, it was so much worse when all those thoughts suddenly screeched to a halt.

Because Peter had just turned his head, linking eyes with Tony, a desperate plea moving between them.

Because Peter was scared- he looked terrified. 

There were unshed tears laying in his tear ducts, enough to easily see as you looked at the kid. His lips barely visible within the mask but from what Tony could see, they were held in a strained frown, lips being bitten.

Peter moved his head towards his mentor, linking eyes with the man. And that, right there in that moment, was when the teenager let go.

“T-tony-” A sob cut him off, choked out between his lips.

“T-tony please- i can’t- i don’t-” Tony shushed him from where he was sitting.

“Kid- Pete- I-” Tony was speechless, all known reassurances dying in his throat as soon as he’d thought of them, what were you supposed to say to a kid who was dying and you couldn’t do anything about it?

“Tony- please- dad- i can’t-” that kicked his instincts into gear.

“Kid, you need to stop talking, okay? The team’s going to get here soon, they’ll get this shit out of you and you’ll be okay, then you can tell me whatever you need to when you’re better, okay?”

Peter nodded, eyes still wide with tears but he listened to the billionaire. and somehow, that made it so much worse, the kid would follow him into fire if he asked him to, and now Tony got him into this situation.

Tony wanted nothing more than to look away from what was happening, as Peter breathed in the poison, helpless to do anything, but he couldn’t not be there for the kid. He needed his father figures comfort.

“he’s right, the teams gunna get here soon, i don’t know when but we’ll get you out of this as soon as we can, and then we can spend a week watching all of the star wars movies, and the clone wars if you want, anything you want kid” 

The poisoner was sat in the corner of the room, on the other bed. He was watching them, watching Tony desperately give his kid comfort without being able to touch him. 

Tony looked at him, “you’re a fucking psychopath, you know that, right? he’s 16, he’s just a kid. why don’t you kill me instead if you want me to pay so much, huh?”

The poisoner chuckled, standing up to walk over to them, “If you die, you wouldn’t feel the pain i did as my kid died in front of me, i’m going to make you watch as your kid suffocates in front of you”

He got two new vials, replacing the almost empty ones. Peter’s wheezing had gotten a lot more prominent now, trying desperately to bring in air. 

Tony’s always been around death, it greets him at every corner. but every time, someone else dies instead of him, or at least, they come close to it. 

He doesn’t know what he’d do if Peter dies.

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He’d already changed to the last set of vials now, Peter's breath was barely there. 

Tony was fucking terrified, obviously.

The team was close, he was sure of it, but that had been what he’d been telling himself the whole time. 

They were barely minutes out by his assumptions, but he didn’t know if Peter had minutes, vials nearly empty as the liquid in them turned to gas for the teenager to breathe in, slowly suffocating him.

He was still facing Tony, eve after this long, still trusting him to save him. Even as his body could barely pull in breaths, eyes drooping, they didnt stray from his face.

“Peter, you gotta keep your eyes open, i know it’s hard, i know- but you’ve gotta stay awake for just a few more minutes. We’re gunna help you, but you just gotta stay awake,” 

Peter looked at him sadly, but his eyes stayed open and Tony counted that as a win. He started to say something but Tony shushed him quickly.

“It’s okay, kid. Don’t try to talk. We’ve been over this already, you can talk to me after the team gets here- star wars marathon and everything, remember?”

Peter’s eyebrows creased inwards, and Tony’s heart dropped. Either he just forgot about that whole part of their conversation or… or… 

“You just gotta stay awake for me, okay? I believe in you kid, dont let me down,”

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The door seemed to explode inwards when the team got there, Tony didn’t look up.

He didn’t look up as they arrested the poisoner, Bruce and sam moving to Peter, while two others moved to get Tony out of the seat he was in.

As soon as the handcuffs were undone, he surged forward, one hand reaching for the kid’s- which now rested on the bed after being released- and the other going to rest in his curls. Tony quickly wiped the tears off the kid’s face, staying away from his mouth as the others tried to give him as much oxygen as he needed.

Peter choked on a sob when he realised Tony was there, mouth slightly upturning even as another oxygen mask was placed over his face.

“I’m here kid. I’m so proud of you for staying awake, okay?” He looked to bruce, as the man looked away from Peter’s vitals, nodding to Tony now, “You can go to sleep now, I’m so proud of you kid, it’s okay,”

Peter’s eyes didn’t leave him, even as he fell asleep.

Tony cried as he was carried away.

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Peter woke up in the medbay. That was his first sign that something bad happened.

The next sign was his mentor-father-figure-dad asleep on the side of his bed. 

Peter’s eyes widened as he saw the tear tracks lining his cheeks. Tony never cried, not even when he dropped an engine on his foot that one time. If Tony was crying now, this- whatever it was that happened- it was bad bad.

“Tony?” 

Tony startled awake, as if he meant to be on guard, and took one look at the kid in front of him before reaching for Peter and bringing him into his arms.

“Oh my fucking god, kid. Holy shit, you’re okay. Oh my god-”

“Tony what happened?” Was the teenager’s muffled answer, not complaining about being smothered in his da- Tony’s shirt.

“There was this- this guy we went after- had to go undercover and he got to us and he poisoned you, kid- and i couldn't- i couldn't do anything about it- i just sat there and you- you did so good-”

Peter shushed him as the memories arose in his mind, “Tony, can i talk for a second?” He received a nod in reply, “You called the team, Tony. I didn’t, you did. They got there in time and now I’m okay, aren’t I? You did everything that you could, if anything i should've done something, I’m the one with powers here. No- i know- i couldn’t have done anything but you were there the whole time telling me to stay awake and i did, Tony, because of you.”

Tony didn’t say anything, seemingly processing what the kid said. He looked up slowly, tears falling down his cheeks, leaning forward and pulling the kid into a hug again.

Slowly, Peter got tired, nearly falling asleep in Tony’s arms. So, of course, Tony moved into the bed with him, pulling the kid to rest his head against the man’s chest.

“I got you, kid, don’t worry. You can go to sleep,” Peter didn’t know if Tony was reassuring himself or the kid.

Stil, nonetheless, Peter seemingly couldn’t hold back from murmuring a last thought as he fell asleep.

“Love you, dad”

(After a lot of time, I decided to write this. Today was a lucky day lol. We basically had three hours of nothing at school + we left earlier) (I'm actually writing this since hours. All those three hours + before dinner + after dinner and Stranger Things)

(I thought a lot about this, and I think that the best option is to do this in another planet, Earth 652-B)

[I was thinking that, in my actual story, this pack should be located on Earth 652-B, or a twin of our Earth (with some differences, like the Midnight Forests). And, there won't be two Daniels, but only one, the mc of my story (I don't know if I told you, but Daniel's an ideal version of me, that's why he has my same name)]

(But now, let's get into the story!)

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I need to recreate that moment. Or at least the location.

Fortunately, I should be able to recreate it using the holograms at the Headquarters, in the Plans Room.

I want to know. I need to know... where are they.

I need to know... who he was.

And so, I activated the holograms machine, with the hope of recreating the scenery with the help of holograms.

Damn, this is so difficult...

I'm trying to... remember... to recreate...

That pack... why did I have a vision of a pack...? And, first of all... why did I have a vision? Moon, Magic, was it you?

I have to focus... try to remember the scene...

The Red Moon, the bare trees, the mud... where could it be located?

C'mon... just some other details...

And...

Finally!! YES!! IT'S FINISHED!!

Wow, it's soo detailed...

And now, come on, give me the location's name...

Please... don't give me an error...

"The place is located in Earth-652B, Second Twin Solar System, Ichnaea Galaxy."

Wait... that's not far from Nocturnia!!

I was close!!

Oh my... I need to reach them. I want to be with them. I crave to join them.

"Are you sure about that, Daniel? With everything you do, with everything that happens or that might happen, you could put their lives at risk." said Gaia, appearing in front of me

"Don't worry about that, Gaia. If they'll accept me, I'll protect them with my life."

"Also, Gaia, I'm a werewolf. I have my needings. My longings. You can't stop my werewolf side from having them."

"You're always the same, Daniel. You won't change. I wish you good luck." said Gaia, and then, she faded away.

And now, to the Falcon. My precious and modified copy of the mythical Millennium Falcon.

I'll reach them in such a short time. I just hope they'll accept me.

And so, I reached the Falcon, I turned it on, and I started my journey to Earth 652-B, the planet where I'll probably find my pack.

Thanks Moon. If this was your idea, I certainly won't forget it.

Because, I finally might've found the right pack for me.

Activate the portal.

I'll be there in no time.

Crossed it.

And here I am, to the other side. The planet lies in front of me. And it's... quite similar to my earth, if not entirely.

And from here... it's beautiful.

I can't wait to meet them... even though, they might be scared, or even aggressive towards me.

I'll go there transformed. And if they won't accept me, I'll ask them if they could, at the very least, let me talk with the black werewolf.

I need to talk with him. I need to know who is he.

Because... I felt it. I felt a bond within us. Not a bond of love, but a bond of... souls... like we had a bond of twin souls...

It felt like... our souls were almost identical.

"Invisibility: activated."

I hope they won't hear me though. I can make the starship invisible, but I can't cancel its noises.

And so, I finally decided to land on the planet.

Gosh, I swear I might've seen a pack.

I hope with all of myself, that it's not that pack.

But instead... it was that pack. The Rainfang Pack.

And they heard him perfectly.

The Rainfang Pack, in that moment, was doing a ritual: a concert to the Moon.

And that's because, they were preparing for a big hunt.

But before Rain, the Alpha, could speak, all the pack heard a big blast of wind, alongside a strong weird sound.

"Woah... what was that?" said Hunter

"There was nothing in the Sky, yet we all heard a sound! How is that possible??" said Tori

"N-no w-way... i-it can't be..." said Daniel.

"What? What do you mean?" asked Rain

"I think I might know." Daniel answered, with a weird tone

"You might know what?" asked Hunter

"I think I might know... who's arriving." I said

"It's like, a feeling that I have. I feel it in my soul, in my heart." I continued

"Woah, those are big words. And for you, who's arriving?" asked Rain.

"Ehm...-"

"Rain, it's better that we go check for ourselves. It might be dangerous for the pack." said Fern and Hunter together.

"I'll come too." I said.

"I need to know if he's who I'm thinking." I finished.

"Very well, you'll come with us then." Rain said.

And so, they started to follow the direction where the sound stopped.

And Daniel doesn't know at all, that soon, he might meet, the black werewolf and the most important members of the pack that he wanted to join.

Unless...

When I was out of the Falcon, I transformed under the Moonlight. Oh, it's... one of the most beautiful things ever.

I mean, the transformation is painful, but this is the price that I have to pay if I want to be myself.

And now, I have to reach it.

I have to understand if the pack that I might've seen is the one that I'm searching for.

The woods circled the starship's landing zone, and I swear I could feel some magic in the air... could this be... a Midnight Forest?

I don't care now. I'll verify later.

At the moment, all I care about is reaching that pack.

And so, I went to the opposite direction from where I landed with the spaceship, and, in the end, I saw it. I heard it. The pack.

I quickly hid between the trees and the bushes, and thanks to my enhanced hearing, I could still them.

"Rain, it's better that we go check for ourselves. It might be dangerous for the pack."

"I'll come too."

No way, it can't be. They wanted to follow the sounds' direction. Damn, they heard me.

There's only one thing I can do right now. I moved away, and took the distances from the pack. And then...

"AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!"

The pack heard a loud howl. But they didn't recognize it.

So, whoever this guy was, he was a wolf, or a werewolf.

"Rain, this howl... I can't recognize it. It's not from our pack." said Hunter.

"But I do." said Daniel.

"...it's him."

"...it's him"

Wait, it can't really be.

"Rain, let me handle this." She nodded. I got closer to the forest. I swear I could hear footsteps and the sound of the leaves. I heard them especially from the right, so I got closer once again, and...

"Hey! Is anybody there? We heard you! Come out! Reveal yourself!" I... I hope it's him.

Gosh, this went way worse than I was expecting...

I guess it's time to make my turn.

And so, I stepped out from the bushes, and from the trees. And i got closer to the voice.

In this moment, I'm just... a grey werewolf, in search of a pack, in search of answers... and, in search of a certain black werewolf...

And so, I took the final steps.

I could recognize them. Every single one. And a black werewolf was closer to me than all the rest of the pack.

And aw man, they were angry. Really angry. They were growling, showing their sharp fangs, and preparing their claws. They were defending theirselves, their pack, their territory.

All... except him.

He might be the black werewolf that I'm searching for. He might have recognized me.

This is my turn. It's now or never.

"My name... is Daniel."

"I come in peace, I swear."

"I just wanted to talk... with you." I said, pointing out the black werewolf.

Woah, he might really be...

"Enough guys, I know who he is. Let me talk with him."

"Are you sure about that? You don't even know him, right?" said Hunter

"I know enough. He's not dangerous. Trust me."

He's trying to... protect me?

"My name is Daniel too."

"And I know why you're here. Actually, we both know."

"It's because..."

"I saw you in a vision" we said at the same moment.

I knew it.

I knew it.

"Another vision?" said the werewolf squad

"Yeah, I had another one. It happened yesterday." I answered

"This time though, it was like... we had switched bodies. Because we both had it. For a moment, he was in my body, and I was in his."

I... can't believe it. I... I found him.

"I saw a beautiful place. I was on a great hill. Behind me there was a Midnight Forest, and in front of me, the Forest continued down a valley, with a river that was passing through it."

"The Moon was Full-"

"-and she was magnificent. And the Sky... it simply was- spectacular. It was full of Stars, and I could even see some falling stars. And then, there were the Northern Lights, which danced freely in the sky, and between the trees."

"And it felt like... an endless moment."

"And I," I said, "I've seen you. All of you. I remember every single face."

"It was a Night of Full Moon, but that Night, here, it was a Red Moon."

"And I, I remember it soo well. My vision seemed too, like an endless moment."

"You were in a swamp."

"Some of you were blocked in mid-air, some of you were playing in the mud, some of you were chasing each other..."

"Wait, how could we be blocked in mid-air?" the werewolf squad asked "I told you lots of times! It felt like an endless moment! It felt like time was slowed down, or even blocked!" I answered for him

"Yes, that's what I was trying to say"

"In that moment... gosh, I felt alone, really alone. That's why I'm here. Not just for you, Daniel, but also for this pack..."

"So, who's... the Alpha here?"

Wait, does he...?

"I am. The name's Rain." Rain said with an intimidating voice

"Rain, what a beautiful name..."

"I... I'd like to join, if... like, I know that... we don't even know each other, but... if you don't want to... I'll return to be a loner, I guess... and I'll waste this opportunity given to me by the Moon."

"You WHAT?" the pack asked Yeah, I knew it. She really is capable of everything...

I felt exactly the same, Daniel. Alone, entirely alone, and I craved to join a pack so much... but then, the Moon saved me. Rain, please, say yes. You can't deny the Moon's calling. For his own good, for our own good...

"If the Moon sent you here, I can't deny her calling. It'd be a taboo if I didn't follow her rules." Rain said "So, if she sent you here, there must be a reason, right? And I'm pretty sure that the reason is... finding happiness." "So, for the Moon's Blessing, you're one of us now, Daniel. You're now part of the Rainfang Pack!" she said with a smile on her face "And now, shall we celebrate the new member?" "YES! TO THE NEW MEMBER! AND TO THE MOON!!" "AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" the entire pack howled, included me, to welcome the new member, and to thank the Moon

"AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" I joined the pack's howl

After... all this time... I was, craving... I almost lost hope...

But, hope never fades, right, Moon, or should I say, Magic?

Thank you. I won't forget it.

I am finally part of a pack. Gosh, I can't wait to show them all the beautiful places... that the Multiverse contains...

Now, I want to see it clearly. And so, after we finished our wolfish chorus... "Daniel, I need-" I said.

Wait, has he thought my same idea...?

"Do you want our hands to touch, and then let Magic do the rest, don't you?" I asked him

"So, you had my same idea!" I said to him, excitedly

"Yes! Yes!!" I said happily

This is really him. I might have found... my twin soul brother...

"Under the Light of the Moon-"

"-we shall touch our hands-"

"to see if we share the souls of two brothers!" we said at the same time

And when we touched our hands... we felt it. Together. Our souls, they're almost identical. Our worlds touched. And so, for a moment, I was able to see on his side, and he on my side. That's how I finally understood why our souls aren't totally identical. It's because his soul... it has... something special...

Born to become werewolves... that's what we are. Chosen by Fate, to be different from all the others.

In the end, even if he never wanted to be a werewolf, when he became one, in the end, he accepted it. And now he couldn't live without it.

And if it wasn't for the fact that mine was born to be a Divine Soul, our souls would be 100% identical.

This honestly felt like I had found... a lost brother... a twin brother...

In that moment, I felt so happy, that I hugged him.

Wow, I actually wasn't expecting this, but I really accept it.

And after a moment of embarassment...

"And now... gosh I've waited a lot to tell this... I want to take all of you on a journey."

"Daniel, the place that you saw in the vision", I said, "it's called Nocturnia."

"And it's the planet where Magic originated. And where the Night is eternal."

"Wait, WHAT?" the entire pack said, and me too "The planet where magic originated? AND A PLACE OF ETERNAL NIGHT???" the werewolf squad was extremely curious, and I was too "I WANT TO GO THERE IMMEDIATELY!!" Tori said excitedly "YES, ALL OF US WANT TO GO THERE!!!" Hunter said. Actually, I've never seen him this energetic "BUT HOW CAN WE REACH ANOTHER PLANET???" I asked myself

"Oh, I have the solution, don't worry. This, for your eyes, will be spectacular."

I turned myself to the direction where I came from, and...

"リ𝙹ᓵℸ ̣ ⚍∷リ╎ᔑ" I said while gesturing

We felt a huge blast of wind. A portal opened in front of me.

Ah, the old Magic. When I don't have any tools, I can rely on her.

"Woah" the entire werewolf squad said (included me) "This is spectacular..." A big purple portal full of runes opened in front of our eyes... but wait, they're the same... yes, those are definitely the Forest's Access Gate runes. I wonder why...?

"This is Nocturnia, the planet where Magic originated, also known as the Planet of the Eternal Night."

The entire pack crossed the portal. For a moment, they remained... almost petrified... at the mere sight of the planet's beauty.

Then, they went in all the directions, staying close to the portal's zone. Some were playing, some were exploring, and some were beholding that natural show. Daniel was one of them. He remained by my side.

"This is the most beautiful place that I've ever seen... even better than the vision itself..."

"And for me, this is a werewolf's true home..."

"AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!"

"AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" "AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" "AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!"

Wow... when I howled, Daniel answered me, then the other werewolves, and then the rest of the pack...

So, this... this is how a werewolf feels like when he has found the right pack... he feels happiness... he feels a bond... he feels that, he has... a family.

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I only hope that... nothing will ever happen to them. Because little they know, of who I really am.

At least, now I'll be able to reach this place a lot more easily thanks to the help of portals...

Moon please, give them protection. [YOU DON'T KNOW HOW MANY HOURS I'VE SPENT WRITING THIS. THIS MIGHT BE THE LONGEST STORY THAT I WROTE FOR THE PACK. Gosh, I'm exhausted, but I wanted to finish it...]

[I hope you'll like it!! And now, before I fall asleep on the keyboard, let me take my Millenniun Falcon and fly away from here... TO INFINITY AND BEYOND, which is my bed lol]

“it’s okay, i gotcha. holy shit- you’re gunna be okay, kid. come on, eyes on me-“ keeping on talking until the medics get there, still not leaving the kids limp form. Peters eyes never leave him, glazed over but never closing.

My pitch hitting fic for the @friendly-neighborhood-exchange

this is for @sdottkrames

Rating: teen

Relationships: Peter parker & tony stark, Tony stark & avengers team

Characters: Peter parker, Tony stark, steve rogers, avengers team

I would link ao3 but i can’t rn

@badthingshappenbingo​ Promp: Backhand Slap. Read it here on ao3

This is a Peter/Flash fic :)

Warnings: violence, homophobic language, talks of death.

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Peter and Flash’s relationship was… complicated.

Flash wasn’t out at school yet, so no one there knew about their relationship (other than Ned and MJ). Flash’s goons were still making Peter’s life hell, but Flash was getting them to back off somewhat.

It was okay. It didn’t bother Peter.

Until they found out.

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Peter flinched as someone slammed their fist against the locker next to his, mere inches from his face. He closed his locker and turned around to see Flash’s band of goons cornering him, Flash standing behind them with a mournful expression. Peter braced himself as a fist slammed into his stomach.

He doubled over, dropping his books in the process. Everyone was laughing around him, he didn’t dare look up, letting his gaze rest on the floor as he collected himself.

“Awww you gunna cry about it, penis?” Peter chuckled.

“‘S that all you got? I thought you’d be stronger. Pretty pathetic if you ask-” Peter choked as a boot landed a hit on his stomach again, followed by a punch to the jaw.

Thomas, the self proclaimed ‘leader’ of the group crouched down and pulled peter’s hair so he was looking at him. He chuckled lowly.

“You’re calling me pathetic? You’re not serious, right?” He paused, turning his gaze up to the rest of the group.

He stood up again, “Hey, Flash. You gunna get in on this?” There was a sick tone to his voice, Peter couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not.

Peter could tell Flash refused, his gaze still resting on the floor, “Why not? I thought you hated this guy. It’s like you’re against us all of a sudden.  You pitying this faggot?”

Peter flinched, and he knew the leader could see it, he curled more in on himself.

“Come on, you gotta hate him by now. He’s such a fucking pansy, walking around school like he owns the place. He needs to learn where he stands,” He walked over to Peter yet again, crouching down, “Cause you’re just a pathetic little shit. No wonder your whole family died, I would too if i was related to you-”

“Stop!” The taunts stopped as Thomas turned to see Flash standing a few feet away from him, inside the circle the group had created in the hallway. Peter looked up, too, tears streaming down his face, from the pain or the cruel words, Flash didn’t know.

“What did you say?” There was a sneer in Thomas’s voice, seemingly towering over flash where he stood, even though their height difference was scarce.

“I said stop. I’ll do it.” Thomas looked taken aback, as he processed Flash’s words.

“Oh yeah? You’re gunna hit this fucking fag? You’re gonna do that, huh?” He taunted, moving closer to Peter.

“Okay, just back off,” Thomas lifted his hands in a ‘surrender’ gesture, moving away from the teenager, still on the floor.

Flash moved towards Peter, crouching down and lifting his head so they made eye contact. Flash’s eyes betrayed his expression. Peter saw all the guilt he possessed, he knew Flash didn’t want to do this, but that didn’t make it hurt any less.

Flash faltered as Thomas spoke up once again, “Go on, put him in his place. You know what to do, you’ve been doing it for years for fuck’s-” 

Flash held up a hand, silencing Thomas. His expression didn’t falter when Peter flinched, and Peter didn’t know if that was good or bad.

Flash leaned down to whisper in Peter’s ear, still loud enough for the others to hear.

“You’re so fucking pathetic, Parker. You know that, don’t you. No one wants to even get close to you, sared you’ll infect them with your fucking disiease.” He spat, tears were still streaming down Peter’s face, “Your family had to die to get away from you. ‘Cause you’re a disgusting fucking faggot”

Peter flinched at the last word, looking up as Flash stood up. He looked towards Thomas before lowering his gaze back to his boyfriend.

Peter didn’t even see the slap coming, as it jolted his head to the side, his body following. 

He lay there on the floor for a while, listening to the sniggers of ‘pathetic’ and ‘weak’ as they retreated, before he stood up. He slowly collected his discarded books from the floor, realising it was more than half way through fourth period. 

As he walked out the school gates, he pulled out his phone, dialing the number that’s burned into his memory, tears fogging up his view of the screen.

“Hey pete, what’s up? Shouldn’t you be in school?” at the sound of his mentor’s voice, Peter started sobbing, the past half hour’s events catching up to him, “Kid? What’s wrong?”

“Can you come pick me up?” Peter managed to choke out.

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Tony didn’t let Flash into the tower at first, but when he saw the distraught teenager, he knew he should hear his side of the story, he could barely make out the words Peter sobbed out on their way back from the school.

Obviously, when Tony saw his kid covered in developing bruises, sobbing his heart out, he was ready to kill someone.  Peter could barely get an explanation out, but from what Tony could make out, Flash was the cause of it. It had only been a year since Tony had taken Peter in, a few months since Peter told him he had a boyfriend, and Tony hadn’t been happy when he found out it was Flash Thompson of all people.

And there he stood, in the middle of the penthouse, Flash Thompson standing in front of him, tears still running down his face, trying to explain what happened. 

“I didn’t want to but- but i knew that they’d hurt peter anway. If I- If i did it myself, I- he wouldn’t be hurt as bad.” 

“And that’s an excuse for hurting my kid? You think that’s okay?” Tony was seething.

“No Sir! I know there’s no excuse for what i did- what i said, but i just wanted to apologise… To Peter,” Tony took a breath, trying to get his thoughts in order.

This guy hurt his kid, he couldn’t let him see him. But that wasn’t for him to decide, was it?

“Okay kid, I’ll go geth Peter. You stay here, okay?” Flash nodded hurriedly, wiping his tears off his face, seemingly trying to make himself look slightly more put together.

Tony walked down the hall towards Peter’s room, cracking the door open slightly and identifying the bundle of blankets on the bed as the teenager.

“Hey, kiddo. You okay?” Peter looked up at him, squinting through the light and nodding his head slightly.

“Do you wanna come out from under there?” Peter nodded and sat up, wincing slightly before swinging his feet over the side of the bed. Tony walked over to him, sitting down next to him and greeting him with a side hug.

Tony spotted the bag of peas on Peter’s nightstand and sighed, “you know you’re supposed to keep those on your eye, kiddo.”

“Melted” Peter answered simply, evidently not up to talking, Tony nodded.

“Flash is here, he said he wanted to apologise.” Peter’s eyes snapped up to Tony’s.

“He’s here?” 

“Yeah, Pete, he’s just down the hall. Do you want me to-” Tony watched, startled, as Peter ran out of the room, before getting up and following him down the hall.

He entered the room to see the two teenagers hugging, Peter sobbing into the other’s chest, and silent tears falling down Flash’s cheeks.

“It’s okay, I’m okay…” Flash was murmuring, rocking them both slightly.

“I thought they were gonna hurt you” Peter sobbed.

“Me? They would’ve hurt you worse. Fuck, i hurt you-”

“It’s okay, Flash, I’m okay,” Peter cut him off, turning his head up to look into Flash’s eyes.

Flash gasped, bringing a hand up to cup his boyfriend’s jaw, “You’re bruised-”

“I’m okay-”

“No you’re not, i let them hurt you-”

“You didn’t let them-”

“I didn’t want them to hurt you more-”

“Flash, i know-”

“No you don’t.” Peter’s mouth snapped shut, worry gleaming in his eyes, “I said those things- horrible things to you. It took you months to believe i wasn’t going to hurt you again but i did-” Peter opened his mouth to interject but flash met his eyes, let him see the guilt shining in them, “They were going to beat you, Peter. They were going to hurt you and i tried to stop them but i just hurt you more-”

“They were going to hurt you if you didn’t, I couldn’t let that happen,”

Peter buried his head in Flash’s chest again, “They hurt me more than you did- no, listen to me- Yeah, you said some bad things but i know you didn’t mean them, you would never say those things to me. You know I trust you.”

Flash nodded, planting a kiss on Peter’s hairline, burying his head in the mop of curls he loved so dearly.

“Now can we please watch star wars, you’re not cancelling our weekly movie night for this.”

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Lights flickered on in the small cell. Only containing a rickety bed and the bare bones of a mattress. They took the pillow out a long time ago, along with the blanket, when the boy had last tried to escape. The boy, Peter, was barely 14, having lived in the cell for god knows how long. His only memories were of his time there.

He stood up, head bowed and wrists crossed behind his back, ready for whatever tests awaited him. 

The guards rushed in, looking somewhat panicked, a big change to their normally neutral expressions. They quickly grabbed Peter by the arms, not bothering to cuff him as they dragged him out of the cell and into a hallway. They marched him down multiple hallways before Peter heard gunshots in the distance, when they put him in one of their solitary confinement rooms.

Peter started to panic, he hadn’t done anything to upset them in weeks, and then it was only a step out of place. They couldn’t put him in there for no reason, could they?

Apparently they could, because as soon as the question crossed his mind, he was thrown into the padded room and the door slammed shut behind him.

He huddled himself into a corner, watching the door warily for what could’ve been hours. Flinching as he heard banging on the door, putting his head in his arms, trying to block out the sound.

The door caved in quickly, and two figures stepped through, one wearing a uniform similar to the normal guards, but with different colours, and the other… a metal suit?

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