#ler!peter1

“Uno!” you called out. You grinned to yourself as you glared playfully over your final card at Peter, who had somehow collected fifteen cards throughout the game. His eyes squinted suspiciously as he hesitantly placed down the yellow three before he jolted backward in shock when you slammed down the red three, winning you the game.

“C’mon!” Peter fell sideways onto the carpet with a groan. “We’ve been doing this for five hours! How have I not been able to win even once?”

“I’m just too good!” You giggled as you playfully hit his shoulder. Looking over at the clock on the wall, you saw he was correct: it was past three in the morning, and not another soul was stirring in the entire Avengers tower. Both of you had been blinking sleep from your eyes for a while, but neither wanted to go to bed. Most of the other heroes had missions they were absent for, but the few still at the tower were fast asleep.

Peter yawned, bringing your attention back to him. It was so rare that you two spent so much time with each other. You missed the messy-haired hero a lot when he wasn’t around, and now that you two had the weekend mission-free, you were utterly adamant that you would make the most of it. You yawned, too. The stubbornness that made you such a valuable addition to the team was matched only by the spiderling. Grinning, you picked up the cards and began to reshuffle them.

“No, please, no more,” Peter whined sleepily, smiling despite his tone. “Can we play something else?”

“Like… Battleship? You know I’m always down to beat you again,” you giggled and stuck out your tongue. The two of you may have been on par with stubbornness, but you had him and everyone else soundly beat when it came to board games, to the degree that Tony insists you’re somehow cheating. 

“Absolutely not! I’d rather take a hive of wasps,” Peter grumbled, sitting back up with a huff. He hummed in thought before grinning. “I know a game we can play.” 

You tilted your head a bit, interested. “What did you have in mind?”

“Close your eyes for a second.”

Doing as you were told, you closed your eyes, sitting perfectly still and trying to guess what Peter was doing. Unfortunately for you, Peter was among the stealthier Avengers, something he demonstrated when you felt his hands grab you from behind, scribbling over your tummy. 

“We should have a tickle fight!” Peter giggled into your ear as you erupted into bubbly laughter. “This is a game I know I can win!” 

“YouhuhU LihIhihIttle ShihihIhihit! GehehEHet OhohohOFf!!” You kicked your feet, sending Uno cards flying all over the room. Peter wiggled his fingers up to your ribs, and your laughter kicked up a notch as you thrashed about in his grasp. 

“I’ll do no such thing! I’m stronger than you, little cutie!” 

Your face instantly began heating up. Whether or not the tease was intentional, it was extraordinarily flustering to hear from Peter Parker. You swatted at his hands as you squeaked, and, so experienced to losing tickle fights, Peter knowledgeably grabbed one of your wrists and held it up so he could scribble in the hollow of your underarm, making you shriek in surprise. 

Suddenly, you both heard the unmistakable sound of a middle-aged man clearing his throat in disapproval. Looking over, you both saw a very grumpy Tony Stark leaning against the doorway. 

The silence hung in the air for a while before Peter whispered, “You can almost see the smoke coming out of his ears,” and the two of you burst into hysterical giggles. 

Tony groaned and rubbed the bridge of his nose in fond agitation. “I would ask what you two kids are doing awake this late at night, but I don’t want to know. Bedtime is now-time.” He pointed to the two twin beds in either corner of the room, then folded his arms over his chest. “You two have got to start going to bed on time.”

Peter giggled a little more, saying, “But that would be such a stark difference from what we usually do!” His pun made you both again dissolve into sleepy, senseless laughter. 

Sighing, Tony again cleared his throat. It was very obvious to all the other inhabitants of the tower that Tony utterly adored the two youngest members of the team. He was clearly struggling to speak seriously before the two giggly children on the carpet. “Peter,” he said firmly, giving him that look that the spiderling instantly took to mean he had reached the limit.

“Yes, Mr. Stark. Sorry, Mr. Stark. We’ll go to bed right away, Mr. Stark.”

Tony grinned wearily and nodded. “I’ll check back in half an hour. If you two aren’t asleep by then, I’m changing the Wifi password.” With that, he left and shut the door behind him.

It turns out the two young heroes didn’t even have the strength to make it into their beds. Still in a clingy mood from your tickles, you held onto Peter’s arm tightly, and both of you made a concerted effort to reach his bed, but in the end, collapsed onto Peter’s bean bag. You both yawned simultaneously, giggling about Peter’s bad jokes. 

The spiderling smiled, encouraged by your giggles. His hand slowly reached down and began tracing up your side. “The itsy bitsy spiderrrr…” Peter mumbled, slurring his words in exhaustion. 

You felt your face heating up again and scooted away from his hand, inadvertently snuggling closer to Peter. “Dohohohon’t!”

“Dohon’t what, cutie?”

Whining, you were too sleepy to squirm away as he continued gently tracing your sides. “Tihihickle meeee…” you mumbled.

“That’s what I’m doing, silly~!”

You huffed and buried your face in his shoulder. “Jeheherk!” Although you didn’t say so, the tickles were very relaxing, almost lulling you to sleep -more than almost. When his breath finally evened out to sleep, you didn’t stand a chance. Both of you were out like lights. 

Tony walked back in, expecting to deal with more patented Peter Snark. To his surprise, he saw the two little heroes tuckered out on the beanbag, holding each other tightly with big cozy smiles on both of their faces. Tony pressed a button on his glasses, taking a secret photo, before pulling it up on his phone to send to the official Avengers group chat, followed by a heart emoji. He yawned and shut the door behind him. Going to sleep sounded like a pretty good idea.

The chipper chirps of midday birdsong were interrupted by a shriek of embarrassment. “Wake up. Peterpeterpeter, wake the hell-!” You shoved at his shoulder frantically, not looking up from your phone.

The spiderling jolted awake, mumbling a Star Wars reference that was quickly cut off by a gasp when he looked at his phone. It was noon - they were supposed to be awake for combat training five hours ago! But that wasn’t the worst: the Avengers group chat had been active. He looked back through the messages, his face redder and redder as he read through the messages filled with the other Avengers gushing over the adorableness of the two young heroes. Peter finally reached a message from Tony, and upon seeing the image of the two of them snuggling together, he looked up, wide-eyed, at you. You looked at him right back. 

A heartbeat.

Cuties.

“Why do you want to see them?” You continued on your journey to the common room, book in hand, along with an amused smile. Peter swerved to stand in front of you, but began walking backwards so you wouldn’t have to stop.

“Because all my friends are in high school! They don’t have any tattoos.”

“Oh, so I’m your friend, now? I thought I was too old,” You chuckled, remembering a conversation Peter had with Tony about the Avenger’s being ‘too old’ to be his friend. He was picked on relentlessly after that, since he hung around the tower more than he did with his own classmates. You all knew he was bluffing, anyway.

“You’re the youngest one, so that makes you closer to my age, so I can make an exception. Come on, please?” Peter pleaded, stopping in the doorway to the common area to block you access to the room. You looked at the over-enthused boy, finding that you couldn’t say no to him. He reminded you of your younger brother so much that you’d probably do anything he asked.

“Fine, I’ll show you,” You said, nodding your head to the large sofa in the middle of the room. You knew it would be empty since most of the heroes had gone on a mission, and the ones who didn’t were homebodies anyway. They often stayed in their rooms.

Peter whirled back around and practically ran to the couch with you following behind. Sitting beside him, you rolled up your sleeves as much as you could so that he could see the colorful ink adorning your skin.

“Woah,” Peter marveled, eyes roaming all over your forearms. “How come you never show them?”

You shrugged. “I’ve grown accustomed to wearing long sleeves in training and my suit protects my entire body. I don’t think about it much.”

“Do you have more that aren’t on your arms?” Peter glanced up at you expectantly, drawing a smile out of you.

“Yes, but those are for my eyes only. This is all you’re getting out of me,” You chuckled, twisting your arms so he could better see the tattoo sleeve.

“Did they hurt?”

“You have a lot of questions, Pete.”

“I’m curious!”

You shook your head, answering his question. “Not all of them. There were a few near my inner elbow that hurt, but most of them were tolerable.”

“C-Can I touch them?” He anxiously asked. You grinned, sticking your right arm out towards him.

“Go on.”

Peter placed the pads of his fingers on your arm, tracing the shapes of the objects that covered your arm. He glided his nails down to your wrist, earning him an unexpected twitch of your arm. “Sorry!”

You were quick to reassure him. “It wasn’t you! Well, it was you, but you didn’t hurt me, Peter. It just… tickled a bit. I’m fine.”

“Oh,” He breathed out in relief, resuming his path along you arm. “Wait, you’re ticklish?”

Your eyes shot up to meet his, noticing a smirk forming on his features. “Yes, and last I checked, you are too, so don’t get any ideas.”

Peter’s face turned a shade of red you’d never seen before as he ducked his head and went back to tracing each and every one of your tattoos. It was bearable when he drug his fingers over the top of your arm, but the second he came into contact with the taut skin of your wrist or inner elbow, your arm involuntarily jolted.

“Man, I can’t believe your arms are ticklish. That’s so weird,” He laughed at you. You pulled your arm away from him in faux offense, squeezing the top of his knee with your other hand.

Consequently, you and Peter were the only two in the tower aside from Stephen Strange, but there was no way in hell Peter would have asked him to be in his vlog.

You sat at the kitchen island, picking at your salad as Peter rambled on about the challenge he wanted to do with you for his YouTube channel.

“Okay, wait, wait, wait,” You shook your head and furrowed your brows. “You talk so fast. Explain it to me, again?”

Peter sighed, realizing he was talking a little too quick for most people to comprehend, then sat in the chair next to you. “I saw this game and I thought it would be fun for you and I to try since we’re the only ones here.”

“Okay,” You nodded. “How do you play?”

“It’s super easy! You use a randomized generator to pick a body part and then the other person has to draw or write something on that body part while you try and guess what it is!”

You hummed before sipping on your water. What harm could it do? You had nothing better to do today, anyways.

“Sure, Peter. I’ll play,” You said, chuckling at his more than obvious excitement.

“Awesome! Thanks, Miss Y/L/N! I’ll go get my camera set up!” He replied, scooting out of the chair to race into the common room.

“It’s just Y/N, Peter!” You called out after him while shaking your head, knowing it fell on deaf ears. You hurriedly finished your lunch and put your dishes away before joining the young boy. A tripod held up his camera and he was sitting comfortably on the couch.

“Okay, so, I’ll introduce myself and you and all you have to do is play along,” He explained.

You gave him a thumbs up. “Got it.”

With that, Peter glided over to press the record button before coming to sit back next to you. “Hi, everyone! It’s me, Peter Parker, and I’m back at the Avenger’s tower! I know what you’re thinking! ‘Peter, you’re always at the tower!’, well, Mr. Stark constantly has me working on stuff, even when he’s not here. Like right now…”

You fought back a giggle at Peter’s enthusiasm and showmanship.

“Anyway! Everyone is gone except for the Avenger’s most successful Sniper, Y/N! Say hi, Y/N!”

You shyly waved at the camera. “Hi…”

Peter continued on telling his audience about the rules of the game you were about to play, whipping out his cellphone to open a generator filled to the brim with different body parts.

“So, she’ll go first!” He declared, looking at you expectantly. You did as told, pressing the button and watching the wheel turn until it landed on the word ‘PALM’.

“Seems easy enough,” You muttered, sticking your hand out towards him. He gripped your wrist to brace it.

“Close your eyes! No cheating!” Peter instructed. You snickered, following his directions. “Now, I’ll write or draw something on her and she’ll have to guess what it is!”

Using his index finger from his free hand, Peter began making a shape in the center of your palm. You had to fight not to flinch away or close your hand. It wasn’t ticklish, per se, but it definitely felt strange—sending shocks through your arm.

“Uh, it feels like you drew a star?” You scrunched your face up, ending the sentence with a question mark.

“Yes! I did! Okay, my turn,” Peter released your wrist to press the button on his phone, the random generator settling on ‘CALF’. “Weird, but okay.”

“Peter, you came up with the body parts!” You laughed as you chastised him. He laid down on the couch, flipping onto his stomach so that his legs were exposed to you. Without putting too much thought into it, you started writing the letters of his name on his right calf.

“You definitely just wrote ‘Peter’,” He turned his head to look at you. You grinned while smiling and nodding, admittedly enjoying yourself during this little game. A couple more rounds were played with mildly easy things being drawn on each other’s person without a wrong answer.

“We should make this a little harder,” You suggested, glancing at the young spider-boy. “Drawing more difficult things and writing longer words.”

“Yes, perfect! I like the way you think!” Peter exclaimed. “Alright, your turn.”

Pressing the button, you spun the wheel, eyebrows raising at it settled on ‘BACK’. Oh no. You cleared your throat to mask your obvious nervousness, gritting your teeth together as you turned your back towards Peter.

You did not want to let Peter, or whoever watches his little videos, know that you were extremely ticklish, but stopping the game here when you just decided to up the ante would be a dead giveaway. All you had to do was hide your reactions. Simple enough, right?

You took a deep breath, shutting your eyes to wait for the inevitable. As Peter’s fingertips touched just beneath your shoulder blade, you flinched.

“Are you okay?” He asked, taking his hand away from you.

“Yeah, sorry! I just wasn’t expecting it. Go on,” You waved a hand at him, wanting to get this over with as soon as possible. Peter touched his fingers down again and you knew better than to react, but when his nails began dragging over your skin tight tank top, your hands balled into fists and you bit your lips together.

You couldn’t focus on what he was drawing because all that was occupying your mind was trying not to move or laugh.

“Okay, what did I draw?” The boy asked you. You slowly released the breath you’d been holding, deciding on just naming a random object.

“Uh, was it a dog?”

“Whahat?” Peter chuckled. “No! Here, let me try again!”

Before you could protest, he started drawing again, and this time even slower than before. You felt two circles being drawn onto the backs of your ribs and damn it, you giggled and arched away from his fingers.

“M’sohorry,” You apologized. “Sorry, sorry.”

“Y/N… you’re ticklish?” Peter didn’t let you respond before he scratched lightly at that same spot, now with the intention to make it tickle. You barked out a laugh, twisting your body away so that he no longer had access to your back.

“Yehes! Okay, ohokay! Let’s not mention this to anyone who lives here,” You pointed at him with what should have been a stern glare, but with a ticklish smile on your face, it was difficult to take you seriously.

“Oh, no way!” The teenager shouted, lunging at you and digging into your sides. “Everyone’s gotta know about this! Plus, we still gotta finish the game and it’s all on video.”

Peter fought you down onto your stomach so that he could continue drawing on your back. It didn’t take much to subdue you. You were a sniper for a reason—combat was never really your thing. And Peter was literally Spider-Man, so it wasn’t hard to get you exactly where he wanted.

“NAHA! PEHETER!” You belly laughed with your face pressed against the couch cushions. He wiggled his fingers up to your ribs as he sat on the backs of your thighs.

“Okay, I’m gonna try one more time! Maybe you’ll get it this time!” He said to you tauntingly. Again, he started with two circles—one under each shoulder blade—making you jolt every time he neared the sides of your ribs.

“Peheheter, I cahan’t focus! It TICKLES! PETER!”

“You have to guess, Y/N!”

Peter resumed his drawing despite your squirming and giggling and you tried your hardest to ignore the tickly feeling so you could picture it in your head. He drew some lines attached to the circles, but it all seemed very incohesive.

“AGHAHA!” You laughed through a groan. “I-hi don’t know! A cherry, a-a pair of glahasses, a bihike!”

“A bike! You got it!” Peter pulled his fingers away and you let out a breath of relief.

“Great, awesome, amazing. Can I get up, now?” You uttered, voice muffled a bit by the cushions of the sofa.

“No, not yet. Here’s your prize for winning!” He replied. A screech ripped through your throat as Peter dug back into your upper ribs, his fingers nearing that horrid spot under your arms. “Wohow! I can’t wait to tell Mr. Stark and Mr. Rogers about this!”

“I-HI SWEHEAR TO GOHOD, PETER! IF YOHOU… T-TEHELL ANYONE… I—PEHETER, PLEHEASE!” You begged, laughter pitching up as he moved back down to pinch at your sides. You took the time to try a reach behind yourself to grab his hands, but Peter was a little too smart and snuck the fingers of his right hand into the hollow of your underarm with the space you provided him.

You screamed in desperation; even Peter not expecting your reaction. You thrashed underneath him with your face pressed against the cushions to dampen the sound of your belly laughter.

“AHAHA! OKAHAY! PAHAHARKER, DAHAMN IT, NOHOHO! MEHERCY!”

Peter stopped without question, ripping his hands away from you and scooting off your legs. “I’m done!”

You hiccupped to catch your breath, rolling over onto your back to look at the young teen.

Peter 2 finished folding a t-shirt and neatly placed it on Peter 1’s bed. The surprise visit was something the youngest didn’t expect, but very much appreciated since he was still adjusting to his…not-so-pretty living situation. With dishes and spider-suits being dirty half of the time, it was nice to have fresh and clean clothes for the week thanks to his oldest brother.

“You know, you don’t have to do this, dude,” Peter 1 sheepishly mumbled, sitting on the end of the bed as he separated shirts from shorts.

“I don’t have to, I want to,” the oldest replied, finishing another shirt. “Plus I like doing these visits, you know? It’s like a vacation, except this time I’m excited to see my family.” Peter 1 chuckled and shook his head.

“I’m kidding, I love my aunt.”

There was a period of silence after Peter 2 finished his words. He bit his lip.

“How are you holding up, anyway? I forgot to ask earlier.” Peter 2 stopped folding, scooting on the bed to be beside the youngest.

The first Peter swallowed. It had been about three days since their last trio meetup, one that ended with him getting tickled to pieces. What jerks. Well…they were loving jerks. He needed it in all honesty, with all the crap going on.

“I’m…I mean I’m hanging in there. It’s up and down.” Peter 1 muttered, playing with a loose string on one of his clean t-shirts. “Things still feel fresh.”

Peter 2 nodded. “Grief’ll do that. I understand, bud. Make sure you let yourself feel it. Don’t try to keep it all locked up inside. Trust me, it isn’t healthy.” He placed a hand on the youngest’s shoulder, his soft eyes meeting the doe eyes of Peter 1. “You’re gonna be okay, I promise.”

Peter 1 nodded with a soft smile. Peter 2’s presence was comforting. It made him wanna spill his heart out about everything that’s been going on in his head. Of course, he didn’t. He instead opened his arms for a hug, receiving a bear sized one and practically being pulled into his older brother’s lap.

“Theeere we go. Brother hug!” Peter 2 patted the kid’s back. They held the hug for a few moments, their minds at ease and their stresses melting away. “I love you, buddy.”

The youngest Peter hummed, “love you too, Peter 2.” He chuckled for a moment. “Heheh, it’s different without the other.”

Peter 2’s eyes widened and broke the hug. Oh shit. “Where’s Peter 3?”

“What do you mean ‘where?’ Were you both planning to come?”

“Yeah! What the hell…he was supposed to be here 30 minutes ago.” Peter 2 took his phone out to call him.

This wasn’t like Peter 3, to miss out on hanging with the Peters. If anything, Peter 3 would’ve portaled here before him. He loved being with Peter 1. Something was up.

Suddenly, Peter 2’s connected the dots. “Ohhhhh.”

“What?”

“I know why he’s not here.” Peter 2’s smile grew, resting his head in one hand.

“And?”

“He’s scared I’m gonna tickle him,” the oldest answered, amused. “Like I did to you, remember?”

“How could I forge-!” Peter 1’s tingle activated. He dodged Peter 2’s attempt at a side poke. “No!”

“Aw…worth a try,” Peter 2 chuckled. “I’m still curious about that difference thing. How different can we all be physically?”

He felt his old “science wiz” self come to life as he thought about it more. Could Peter 3 be more ticklish than Peter 1? Or less? Or maybe he had different tickle spots? He didn’t know why, but he just had to figure out the answer.

Peter 1 had been waving a hand in front of his face. The oldest blinked out of his focus. “Oh-sorry.” He shook his head. Raising his head slowly, his eyes lit up just like the lightbulb in his brain.

Peter 2 turned to the youngest. “You wanna help me get him?”

“Get him? Get Peter 3?”

“Yeah! He tickled you to bits too! And he didn’t show up today? That’s worth a good punishment in my opinion.” Peter 2 sat up with a groan (his back was still a problem apparently) and strolled over to face one of Peter 1’s walls.

“Okay um, what do I gotta do?” Peter 1 asked as the oldest took a strange device out of his pocket.

“All you need to do…” Peter 2 trailed off as he clicked buttons, “…is get Peter 3 out of his apartment and in here. He must be camping out there.” Well duh, Peter 2. He lives there.

“Why me?”

“He won’t come if I’m calling out to him. He’s too scared of the big brother tickle monster.”

“Is that what you’re gonna call yourself?” Peter 1 asked, blushing ever-so-slightly.

“It’s a working title,” the oldest glanced back with a smile.

Once done clicking buttons and flipping the appropriate switches, Peter 2 looked ahead expectantly. He frowned, going back down to click some more buttons.

“Dammit Otto, why’s it gotta take so long to…”

A spark-filled orange ring bursted to life in front of them, startling the Peters. “Okay there we go!”

The portal practically resembled one of Dr. Strange’s portals. However, it had a different vibe, the color being more red and the overall circle being rigid shaped. The sparks calmed down after a moment. A different room, Peter 3’s apartment, was visible through the warm glowing circle now.

Peter 2 stepped out of the way and gestured towards the new entrance. Peter 1 blinked and then remembered. “Oh yeah!” He cautiously walked near the portal and cupped his hands around his mouth.

“Peter 3!?!”

He waited for a response: nothing.

“It’s Peter 1!”

Still no response. The youngest glanced to Peter 2 for permission to walk in the portal. He received a nod.

Peter 1 stepped into Peter 3’s apartment and onto the much nicer carpet compared to his. As he began gently walking, he could feel himself instinctually get low to the ground in a battle stance.

His body got the strangest sense of deja vu. It felt like he was on a mission, the ones he had on the Avengers, where he’d be breaking into a lair to lure a villain. Yet again this was nothing compared to saving the world.

“Lil Pete?”

A hushed voice came from behind the couch that lied ahead of him. The youngest tip-toed closer. “Hey, yeah, it’s Peter 1!”

“Is Peter 2 there?”

“No, why?” Peter 1 kneeled on the couch cushions and peered over the back of it. Behind the couch was a crouched down Peter 3. He looked like a pretzel with the way he was hiding, looking up with relieved brown eyes.

“Oh thank god. I was worried he was gonna get me.”

“Pfft, no, you’re fine! Why would he get you?” Peter 1 felt odd lying to his brother. It would be worth it though.

“He’s still on the difference thing I think.” Peter 2 answered, attempting to shrug but his shoulders hardly moved.

“You uh…wanna get out of there? Coast is clear.”

Peter 3 bit his lip and then sighed. “I’m trusting you, buddy. I trust you.”

Peter 3 slowly uncurled himself and stood up, stretching mid-stand. “So what’re you doing here anyways?”

“I wanted to visit you.” Peter 1 felt his tingle go off and looked behind. It was only Peter 2 sneaking into the apartment. He must’ve closed the portal too. The youngest held his breath and turned his head back. Peter 3 didn’t notice, right?

“You missed me that much? I feel honored!” The middle brother half-joked, hoisting himself over the couch to plop down on it. He opened his arms. “Now c’mere!”

Peter 1 took another short glance behind him, but his tickle monster of an older brother was gone. Even he was nervous and he wasn’t the one that was gonna get attacked.

“Lil Pete?” Peter 3 caught the kid’s attention again, his hands making grabby motions.

“What?”

“Hug! Gimme hug!!”

The youngest Peter smiled and took a step closer.

“Oh you’ll get more than that.”

Peter 2’s voice came from above, and a second later, he jumped down from the ceiling onto the couch with a “whomp.”

“HOLY FUCK-!”

“Whoaaa! Not in front of the little one!” Peter 2 scolded. The third Peter scrambled to his feet and bolted towards the other side of the room. But Peter 2 shot a line of web that stuck to Peter 3’s shirt. Pulled taught, the web yanked Peter 3 back, him falling to the ground. “Ow!!”

Not a moment later, Peter 2 was standing over his knocked down captive. “Now where were you going, Pete?”

“Waitwaitwait plehehease!! N-noho tickles!! Don’t tickle me!”

“Oh, so you know what I’m gonna do?” The oldest asked, picking up the flailing Peter 3 and carrying him bridal style to the couch. “Make way, Lil spidey.”

Peter 3 gasped as he was playfully thrown on the cushions. “PETER 1 YOU SET ME UP!”

“You didn’t show up to visit me!”

“Yeah, not cool.” Chimed in Peter 2.

“CAUSE PETER 2 WAS GONNA GET ME!”

“And look where that got you.” Peter 2’s smirk was in full display.

“SHUSH!” Peter 3 held a finger at the oldest who was hovering over him. “You shush. No more talking.”

“You, sir…” Peter 2 straddled his hips and wagged his finger, “…have no right to tell me what to do. Peter 1?”

“Hm?”

“Could you be a good little brother and hold up Peter 3’s arms?”

“NO DONT LISTEN TO HIM! Yohou’re better than this!!”

Peter 1 barked out a laugh. “You helped him tickle me!! I’m allowed to help too!” And so he crawled to the end of the couch above Peter 3’s head. However the captive’s strength was hard to match. “Oh come on, Peter 3, just let it happen!”

“No! Never!” Peter 3 shook his head. “Not happening!”

One of Peter 2’s hands snuck under his shirt, his fingernails scratching at Peter 3’s stomach. The middle brother faltered in strength for a moment, but a moment was enough for Peter 1 to pin his arms above his head. “DAMMIT!”

“Now…” Peter 2 wiggled his fingers, “today we test Peter 3’s ticklishness and compare it to Peter 1’s. This of course is for science.” Peter 3 locked his eyes on the evil hands above his torso, giggling like an idiot. “Nononohohonono!”

“Time to test spot number one…sides!” The teasy hands made their attack, vibrating their fingers on both sides of Peter 3. He bucked his hips, biting his lip and shaking his head. “Mm-mm!”

“Hey, he’s holding it in! That’s cheating!” Pointed out Peter 1.

“We can’t have results be inaccurate for this, Peter 3. You better laugh soon.” Peter 2 cooed. “Or we’ll just tickle you all day.”

It was getting more tough to hold in the bubbling giggles building up in his chest. He nearly broke as the tickles switched from vibrations to light scratches. It was always the light tickles that got him bad. Peter 3 jerked to one side.

“Oohhhh okay. I think this method is more effective! Take a note, Peter 1.” The light tickling fingers targeted closer to his ribs, the middle Peter shaking from his contained laughter. “You’re gonna have to laugh eventually, Pete.”

Peter 1’s entertained smile made Peter 3 blush and close his eyes. “N-no!”

Peter 2 stopped for a second, making the trapped Peter open his one eye, confused. But what he didn’t expect was the claws of Peter 2 to dig into his upper ribs. He broke.

“PFFFAHAHA-!” He squealed, bucking harder. “NOHO!”

“There we go!” Peter 2 exclaimed. “Looks like ribs are a bad spot for you and Peter 1, huh?”

“YOHOHOU AHAHASSHOLE!!”

Peter 2’s fingers gently tickled a few of the spaces in between the ribs, getting a squeak from Peter 3. “Is someone ticklish?”

“Y-YOHOu suhuhuck!!”

“We suck?”

“Y-YeheAH you suhuck at ticklihihING!”

Peter 2 quirked an eyebrow. “Is that a challenge, buddy? You want me to tickle elsewhere?”

“YEHE-wait NO!”

“He said yes!!” Peter 1 pointed down.

“I heard a yes!”

“NOOO!!”

Peter 2 cracked his knuckles. “Let’s try…” his thumbs drilled into Peter 3’s hipbones gently, “…here!”

One of Peter 3’s legs kicked out with a squeaky giggle. The volume of his laughter was turned down like it was coming from a TV. Peter 2 frowned. “Not as ticklish as I thought.” He tried drilling a little harder, and got a loud squeaky cackle. “Whoa! The heck was that?!”

“EEHEHAHA!” Peter 3 squirmed side to side but to no avail.

“He sounds like a squeaky toy!” Peter 1 added, which reddened Peter 3’s face.

The youngest readjusting his hold on Peter 3 by sitting on his hands. “My underarms are the worst, you wanna try that next?”

“Mmmm not yet. Let’s make it the grand finale,” the oldest sneered. “Okay, so we got hips and sides…”

“Ribs too!”

“Yes! Ribs were the same ticklishness,” Peter 2 nodded. “Now where else…” he paused the torment, hovering his claws now. Peter 3 groaned. “Stohop the hand thinggg…”

Peter 1 snapped his fingers suddenly. “The belly!”

“Good thinking!” Peter 2’s hands met in the middle and dove down.

“NOHOOO-EEEEP-!” Peter 3 screamed and yanked at his stuck arms. He nearly broke Peter 1’s hold, startling the kid. The two brothers exchanged surprised and amused smiles, now laughing with the middle brother. “Whohoa!!”

“This is new,” Peter 2 gestured to Peter 1, “you aren’t that bad on your tummy!”

“Definitely not this bad!”

The oldest lifted Peter 3’s shirt up, gently dancing his fingers away. Peter 3 got goosebumps. “PFFHAHA GEHET OUTTA THEHERE!!”

“We actually did it, Peter 1, we found a difference!”

“We made a breakthrough!” Peter 1 raised an open hand and got a high five from the oldest. “Yeah! Science!”

“STAHAHAP IHIHIT!!”

“In due time, Pete.”

The energy between all three of the Peters at this moment was filled with warmth. Of course Peter 3 was busy squirming, but even he had oodles of ticklish happiness fluttering in his heart. It was crazy how silly things like tickling somehow brought them all together best.

“Are we gonna kill him..?” Peter 1 mumbled. Peter 3’s laughter was turning more wheezy, and his wriggling got less powerful. Peter 2 halted his tickle attack.

“Nahhh, we’re okay. Tests are nearly done! We just need to test one more spot out, one that’ll really give us an answer on the difference thing…” Peter 2 trailed off, locking eyes with the panting Peter 3.

“No..noho more..” Whined the middle brother.

“I’ll make it quick and painless, I promise.”

“You’re gohonna kill me!!”

Peter 1 and 2 exchanged glances. The oldest smirked. “Actually…would you like to do it, Lil Spidey?”

“Me?”

“I let him get your death spot,” he raised his eyebrows, “feels only fair that you do the same.”

Peter 3 leaned his head back to face the kid. “Pete! Pete hey let’s not do that, okay?! Ihihi could die!”

“You..could die?” Peter 1 squinted.

“Y-yehe…” Peter 3 sighed, “…okay I’m no-nohot..escaping. I give.” The third Peter then let himself lay limp, his head resting on the couch cushion. “Just do it.” He braced himself for impact with a grimace.

“Godspeed, Peter 3.”

His fingers made contact with the hollows of his underarms, scratching quickly. Peter 1 giggled when Peter 3 broke into a new laugh that sounded like a monkey almost. “What the hell is with your laugh?!”

The oldest was chuckling too, clapping. “That’s sohoho funny!!”

“HOHOLY SHIHIT STAHAP!”

“Definitely a death spot here too!”

“Underarms are the killer,” Peter 2 concluded. “That’s no difference.” He decided to join in on the fun and resumed the belly tickling so Peter 3 was effectively in stitches.

The two brothers only tickled for a minute longer until feeling bad. Peter 3 was looking exhausted and as funny as his laugh was, he was at his limit. The sight of Peter 3 tearing up out of laughing made the youngest stop immediately. “Okay I’m done!”

Peter 2 glanced up at Peter 3, indicating him to stop as well. “Oh no, we tickled him to tears!”

Peter 3 had no energy to move. He let the residual giggling fade slowly as his chest heaved. That had to be the worst tickling he’s ever gotten.

“Peter 3? You still with us?”

“Y-yeah…”

“Oh man did we go to far?” Peter 1 asked.

“Nahah…I..I could take more..”

The youngest squinted. “Do you want us to-?”

“No! Noho..” Peter 3 held up his now freed arms weakly. They flopped down to rest on his chest. Peter 1 bit his lip in amusement.

“Well, another successful experiment done,” the oldest clapped his hands, “thank you Peter 3 for contributing to multiverse science. With your help, we have concluded that variants can have the same tickle spots but there’s little differences too, like your tummy.” He gave a small poke to said spot.

Peter 3 smiled nervously. “You’re…Yohou’re welcome..” he was helped up by the two brothers and was in the middle of a nice hug. “God you’re evil…”

“Me? Or…?”

“No, Peter 2. I dunno where that..that evil side of you comes from but it’s scary.”

“You mean when I tickle you?”

“Yeah..”

“I think someone’s just easily flustered by teases, you know?”

Peter 3 groaned as Peter 2 patted his back.

“Wait…” Peter 1 frowned and furrowed his brows, “…we aren’t done!”

“Hm?” The oldest raised his head.

The youngest pointed at him. “What about you?”

Peter 2 looked away for a moment before smirking. “We got all the data we need.”

“No hey no! Not fair!” Peter 3’s energy was back. “I didn’t get tickled to death just to have you get away with it!”

“Me neither!” Peter 1 chimed in.

“Can we..hold on can we just take a break before then next tickle fight?” Peter 2’s confident facade was fading.

“No no no we’re doing this now! Lil Spidey, we’re doing this.” Peter 3 gestured to the youngest.

Peter 2 stood up, adrenaline rushing at a high. He smiled, even though it was a nervous one. “Only if you can catch me.” He sprinted to the apartment window and opened it.

“SHIT THERE HE GOES!!” Peter 3 yelled, scrambling out of his couch. “Shoot! Web shooters!! Peter 1 hold on!!” The middle brother bolted to his room to grab them.

“Hurry!!” Peter 1 cried, prepping his own web shooters on his wrists.

“Go get a head start!” Called out the middle brother. Peter 1 smirked and nodded, making his way to the open window and climbing out.