#post ffh

Post-FFH

the fugitives by @tvfanatic97-2 - Peter and MJ go on the run and by run, I mean they shack up in a lil safehouse and are abso-freaking-lutely adorable when it comes to their progressing relationship!!

watch the world burn (vigilante spider-man) by @spideyxchelle - a two part series on what happens after the reveal! Peter wants to say goodbye to his loved ones before leaving but they don’t make it easy. My heart cannot take this kind of angst and beautiful writing!!

Available Light by @premiere-pro - A masterpiece. This fic goes into depth with the trauma that Peter has gone through over the years and really emphasizes what a lovely support system and family he has. Love this so much.

hearts are made to be broken by @spideyxchelle - title says it all, folks! Big ouch but !!!! looooove the angst! Meet again after high school, years after the big mess with Beck!

Destiny Fulfilled by @seek-rest, @blondsak - AHH. Peter’s life is a bit of a mess (when is it not?) even 15 years after the events of FFH! This fic hurts my heart at times but it’s amazing!! This angst with a happy ending is a fav.

The one that specifically comes to mind for post-FFH trust issues is this one:

Planes, Trains, and the Trauma Response by @imgoingtocrash & @savvysass

Tony appears during Far From Home. Not much changes, but some things do. At the very least, Peter gets cared for in the wake of a barrage of traumatic events.

For more, I’d suggest this search: Peter Parker & Tony Stark + “edith” (~38 results)

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: language, guns, mentions of death

Characters: Peter Parker, Morgan Stark, EDITH, James Rhodes, Minor OCs

Mentioned: Pepper Potts, May Parker, Tony Stark, Happy Hogan, Quentin Beck

@whumptober2020 Day Three: Held At Gunpoint

If he was being completely honest, Peter never thought there was any danger in babysitting Morgan alone. Morgan wanted to see him and Pepper needed a babysitter. He was almost seventeen at this point and had superpowers. He never went anywhere without his webshooters. He thought that they would be safe.

The day started out fine. They stayed at May and Peter’s apartment for the first few hours. Peter didn’t plan on leaving while Morgan was with him, either, but she had been begging for pudding all day and he hated that he didn’t have any to give her. So, he sent Pepper a quick text asking if it would be okay for him to take her to the store. When she said it would be fine, the two walked down to the small store nearby.

“Hold my hand,” Peter told her. He knew Morgan didn’t enjoy it, but she didn’t complain as she slipped her smaller hand into his. She didn’t quite believe that she was as young as she was. Honestly, sometimes Peter forgot himself. The girl was smart; much smarter than she should be at her age. It wasn’t really a surprise to anyone considering who her parents were, but it still amazed her teachers and classmates.

“Can we look at the toys?” Morgan asked him as they stepped inside, spotting the Avengers display in the corner. “Please, Petey?”

Peter looked over at the toys and then down at Morgan, who looked up at him with wide eyes. “Sure, Mo,” he replied. Morgan lit up and dragged him quickly to the toys, letting go of his hand long enough to pick up one of the plushies that was made to look like Iron Man. She smiled at it before reaching it up to show Peter.

“Look!” she squealed. Peter smiled down at her and started to speak before his Spider-Sense started ringing an alarm in the back of his head. He froze and glanced around, but the moment his eyes were off Morgan she started to scream. He turned around quickly to see a man gripping her arm, pointing a gun at her temple. “Petey!”

Before Peter could respond, he felt someone grab his own wrist and hold a gun to his head. “Don’t move,” the second man growled.

Peter’s heart was racing as he saw tears leaking from Morgan’s eyes. She was still holding the plushie, pulling it close to her chest with her free arm. “Let my sister go,” Peter pleaded.

“Your sister, huh?” The first man asked, looking down at the toy Morgan was holding. “I’m pretty sure this one doesn’t have any siblings.”

“P-Petey’s my brother,” Morgan protested. She knew that they weren’t really brother and sister, but she had taken to calling him her brother anyway. “Please don’t hurt us.”

“We’re only going to hurt you if you don’t cooperate,” the man who was beside Peter told them. He moved his gun just long enough to point it at a nearby door. “Inside. Let’s go.”

Peter knew that he had no choice but to cooperate. “Okay, okay,” he replied quickly. He saw Morgan look up at him with a question in her eyes. “We’ll come with you.”

“Good,” the first man replied, moving the gun from Morgan’s head and leading the way inside. Once they were inside and the door was locked, they put their guns away. They forced the two to sit down and Peter did as he was told, knowing that Morgan would cooperate if he did and they had to cooperate if they were going to escape with their lives.

“What do you want from us?” Peter asked. “If it’s money, you’ve got the wrong kids. I only have enough to buy her a toy and some pudding.”

“Oh, don’t worry. It’s not money we want,” the first man replied. “We want information.”

“Of course you do,” Peter groaned. He moved his hand to his head like he was scratching it, instead clicking the button on the side of his glasses to activate EDITH. “About Stark Tech, I assume?”

“Smart kid,” the second man grunted. He glanced at Morgan, who was pressed into Peter’s side now. “We sure he’s not her brother? Her dad did get around when he would have been born.”

Peter felt Morgan squeeze his hand as they spoke negatively of her dad and he squeezed it back. He tapped the back of her hand twice and she hesitated before tapping back. While the two were distracted, he took off a webshooter and slipped it onto her wrist.

“It doesn’t matter if he’s actually his kid or not, okay?” The first man groaned before turning to Peter. “The SI plane that crash landed a few years before the Blip; where’s the equipment that was in it?”

Peter looked him straight in the eyes and lied through his teeth. “Rhode Island,” he told him, feeling relief in his chest when EDITH understood what he needed. He had come up with the idea of having codes for Rhodey, Happy, Pepper, and pretty much every active Avenger after the Mysterio incident. A red light blinked in the corner of his vision before turning solid, letting him know that Rhodey was listening and watching what was happening. “It was mostly guns.”

Rhodey must have understood his message, because a text box popped up under the red dot. “I’m on my way. Keep them distracted.”

“Just guns?” The second man asked, seemingly a bit disappointed. “Are you sure? I wouldn’t think he would send Spider-Man to protect it if it was only guns.”

“That’s just what he told me,” Peter replied with a shrug. “He hadn’t known me long at that point. Maybe he didn’t trust me enough yet to tell me what was really on it, but I do know that he sent the equipment to Rhode Island.”

The first man didn’t look convinced. Peter tensed up as he walked over, pulling out his gun and pressing it to Morgan’s temple again. His heart started pounding again as she squeezed his hand tight. “I don’t believe you,” the man sneered. “Now, tell me where it really is or I’m going to blow her brains out.”

“Okay, okay,” Peter said, starting to panic. He didn’t want to tell these men where the technology was, but he wasn’t going to let them kill Morgan over it. Besides, Rhodey was on his way now. He would catch them before they managed to get there. “It’s at the Avengers Compound upstate. Arc reactors and some Avengers weapons. You can put the gun down.”

“I’ll put the gun down when I want to put the gun down,” the man growled. Morgan was sobbing at this point, but the man didn’t seem to care. He just laughed. “Where’s your daddy, Morgan? Oh, wait—”

“Don’t go there,” Peter snarled. If the man wasn’t holding a gun to Morgan’s head, he would get up and attack him, but he couldn’t risk it. “You wouldn’t be alive if it weren’t for her dad. None of us would be.”

The man just rolled his eyes. He started to speak before there was a knock on the door. The two men looked that way and Peter took the moment to shoot a web and steal the gun from him. Now safe, Morgan shot at his legs, smiling as the web wrapped completely around them and he fell to the ground. While she shot another to web him to the ground, Peter took out the other man. “You’re Stark’s f*cking sidekick,” the first man growled, struggling to try to get out of his cocoon.

“First of all, don’t curse around my little sister,” he started, shooting a web at the man’s mouth to shut him up. “Second of all, ouch. I’m an Avenger, Dude. We were teammates.”

Rhodey saw that the two were down and kicked down the door. He let the suit open up and ran over to them, pulling one kid towards him with each arm, squeezing them tight. “Are you both okay? Did they hurt you?”

“U-uncle Rhodey,” Morgan whimpered, pressing into his chest as if trying to get as close as she could. “Th-they were gonna hurt us. Th-they wanna hurt us.”

“We’re okay now,” Peter breathed. He felt childish for squeezing closer to the man, but his adrenaline was fading and it was hitting him all at once that one wrong move could have taken Morgan away from him. That wasn’t something he was ready for. “Just shaken up.”

Rhodey put a hand on the back of Morgan’s head and kissed her. Then, to his surprise, did the same to Peter. “Okay, okay,” he murmured. Peter could hear the speed of the man’s heartbeat and knew he must have been terrified. For Morgan, he understood, but he hadn’t expected him to be equally relieved that he was okay. “You’re okay.”

“They know Petey’s Spider-Man,” Morgan whispered, pulling away just enough to look up at her uncle.

“Okay, that’s okay,” Rhodey told her. “We’ll make sure they end up somewhere that they won’t have anyone to tell, alright? It’s going to be okay.”

Morgan nodded, pressing the side of her head against Rhodey’s shoulder and looking at Peter. “Am I your sidekick now, Petey?” she asked. “C-cause I helped?”

a/n: something i thought of after reading the blurb of a loki x reader fic. it was supposed to be hurt/comfort/fluff, but...oh well. title from safe and sound by sabrina carpenter

warnings: angst; hurt/comfort

word count: 1.7K

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after the whole mysterio thing, pepper invited—more like insisted—that may and peter stay with her at the lake house until it all blows over.

all the avengers were working to clear peter’s name and gather enough evidence against quentin to prove peter’s innocence, and peter just had to lay low so they could do their jobs.

mj understood this.

but she also really missed her boyfriend.

it was eating her up inside not being able to see him everyday at school and hang out with him on the weekends. she wanted to do normal teenage things with her boyfriend (was he even though? they never really made it official) but thanks to that flying fishbowl, she couldn’t.

but may and pepper both knew that peter still needed to see his friends in order to keep him sane. to spend time with people he cares about and vice versa.

so they allowed peter to spend a weekend in queens every month to see mj and ned.

now this was no way enough time in mj’s humble opinion, but she understood the necessity of it all, so she sucked it up.

it was the fourth weekend peter would be spending in queens, which meant that it had been four months since peter had to go into hiding. mj found the whole situation unfair, and swore that if beck wasn’t already dead, she would have killed him herself.

no hesitation.

due to security reasons, peter couldn’t exactly go out and about during his weekend visit lest he attract unwanted attention that could alert government officials of his whereabouts, so happy and rhodey found safe houses that were basically just abandoned buildings around queens where the three friends could spend the weekend.

the ‘safe houses’ changed each month so just in case they were being followed, there was no trace left.

this time, the safe house was located on the edge of the city and it took mj three subway stops to make it to the rundown hotel building. she was the first one there and as per usual, she found an undercover shield agent leaning against a lamppost. they gave mj a discreet nod and she returned the favour.

careful to make sure no one else was around, mj pushed the front door open and walked inside.

three air mattresses had been blown up and stacked together near a wall on; a mini fridge with snacks had been set up; and there was a single burner phone on a table. mj inspected the snacks and found a box of different teas on top of the fridge and mj was glad that happy finally listened to her complaints of only being offered coffee.

mj didn’t have to wait long before ned showed up and dropped his duffel bag with clothes by the door. without saying a word, he closed the space between them with a hug and mj returned it gratefully.

then peter walked in.

he said a silent “hey” and ned and mj broke apart and both rushed to greet him. mj let ned hug his best friend first. she stood back and watched as they both teared up slightly and hung on to each other for dear life. when they pulled apart, they did their handshake and this time, mj didn’t comment on how lame they were. she rarely does anymore.

when it was mj’s turn, ned left them alone and went to set up the laptop he brought with a bunch of movies.

neither mj nor peter moved at first. it was always like this whenever he came back. awkward and unsure. peter and ned had been friends forever so it was easy for them to fall back into that relationship, but unfortunately, mj and peter hadn’t even been...whatever it was that they were for little over a week (this excludes all the facetimes they had while peter was in hiding. michelle was only counting the actual face time they got) so it was weird when they saw each other. there was always the fear that something had changed during the time they hadn’t seen each other.

but mj had been waiting for weeks to see peter again so she wasn’t going to let any awkwardness keep her from hugging him.

she threw her arms around his neck and he immediately wrapped his around her waist. he buried his face in her neck and she rested hers on top of his.

“i missed you,” she whispered low enough for only him to hear.

he nodded and whispered back, “i missed you too.”

the rest of the weekend passed with them watching movies on ned’s laptop and catching up on things they couldn’t talk about during their phone calls.

rhodey and pepper were working hard, peter told them. they were making progress. and as much as mj was interested in how things were going, all she really wanted to know was when peter was coming back.

on sunday morning, the friends said their goodbyes and parted ways. mj and ned rode the subway back home together while peter had a car waiting for him.

when mj got home, she shut herself up in her room and ignored her parents questions about how her weekend with ned was. she didn’t feel like lying to them.

it was around two o’clock when she was disturbed from her brooding by the sound of her window unlocking. she got up from her bed and grabbed the baseball bat she keeps by her closet because, well, this was new york and held it in a defensive position in front or her. her dad taught her how to swing and mj was very confident in her abilities so she felt very bad for the poor person that would be on the receiving end of her hit.

before she could swing her bat, the intruder spoke, “woah, mj! it’s me!

“peter?” she asked incredulously as she lowered the bat.

“hey,” he breathed out. mj could hear the faint sound of police sirens but ignored it and focused on the boy that was in her room. the boy that was supposed to be on his way to a secure location.

“what are you doing here?” mj questioned sternly. she had her hands on her hips and was towering over peter giving him her i’m disappointed in you face.

the boy in question moved from the window with his head hung low and sat on her bed. “i wanted to see you.”

michelle’s face softened and she dropped the bat entirely. she lowered herself to her knees in front of peter and gently put her hand in his hair. she heard him hum when she pressed a soft kiss to his hairline.

peter wrapped his arms around mj’s waist and placed his head on her shoulder. they sat there for a couple of minutes but mj was too worried to enjoy peter’s company. peter shouldn’t be here. she could tell because he came through the window instead of the front door. he snuck into her room probably meaning he snuck away from his security detail. which meant that they were looking for him. and mj couldn’t relax knowing that.

she pulled back slowly and peter lifted his head up to look at her. peter leaned into her touched when michelle caressed his face with her right hand. she cupped his cheek firmly and leaned their foreheads together.

“you’re not going back, are you?”

peter didn’t respond, he just rubbed their heads together fondly.

“peter,” mj prodded.

he shut his eyes and sighed. “i don’t want to leave again.”

michelle’s heart fluttered in her chest. it hurt that she could not just accept his answer and move on.

she let out a breath. “i don’t want you to leave either, but you can’t stay here, pete. it’s not safe.” peter huffed and pulled back in frustration. michelle felt a pang but stood her ground. “you have to go.”

the sirens grew louder as each second passed, mj’s worry with them. she knew peter could hear them too.

the sirens sounded closer and michelle wondered if they knew where he was. mj stood up and towered over the boy. “peter, you have to go. now.”

he stood up in front of her shaking and scared. she couldn’t bear to see him like this and hugged him again. she whispered soothing words in his ear as she ran her hands through his hair.

“i don’t want to leave you again,” peter confessed through shaky breaths and michelle became livid.

she had always been upset at the situation but now her anger was coming to the surface. she was pissed that anyone, let alone a teenager, had to go through this. a teenager that willingly puts themselves in the line of fire everyday just because they can. peter didn’t deserve this. and it made michelle furious that this is what he got for being a good person.

mj took a breath to calm herself. “i wish you didn’t have to.” i love you is what she means to say, but it feels too soon. too out of place, given the circumstances. she wants to say it someday, when all this has blown over and they’re out doing normal teenage boyfriend and girlfriend things (because mj’ll be damned if has to go through all this without the privilege of calling peter her boyfriend). she continues, “but you need to, so that someday, you won’t ever have to.”

with that, she presses a kiss to her boyfriend’s lips and savours the taste lest this be the last time she can do so in a long time.

when they pull away, mj offers him a semi-reassuring smile and nudges peter towards her window.

“bye, mj,” he says solemnly as he climbs out.

the police sirens bleed into her ears as she says softly, “see ya soon, loser.”

…………

due to security reasons and the government amping up their resources to find peter since he was spotted, mj and ned have not been able to see peter in three months.

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Or: Flash hasn’t taken his eyes off his phone screen since he saw the newscast

summary: you were the reason why mj loved the black dahlia so much but now she loved somebody else (includes buzzfeed unsolved references as well as basic references to the black dahlia case!)

wc: 1194

disclaimer: i respect peter and mj’s relationship i just wanted to write up something angsty! sorry if this offends any spideychelle shippers

The first Buzzfeed Unsolved episode you ever watched was the episode about the Goatman. The video was in your recommended on YouTube as you and MJ had binge-watched a bunch of crime-related videos on your YouTube account. Once you watched that episode, you clicked on another and then another and then another and the next thing you knew, you were still watching Buzzfeed Unsolved episodes at 2 AM. You were exhausted at school the next day but you mustered up the energy to ramble about how the government was covering up the Roswell UFO crash and how the LAPD was corrupt.

MJ knew that the only reason you were able to muster out so many opinions was because of the enormous amount of coffee you consumed earlier that morning. Still, being a supportive girlfriend, she listened to you rant about a bunch of unsolved cases you thought you solved. She didn’t seem too interested in the majority of the supernatural cases but when it came to the true crime cases, her ears perked up. The case she was most fascinated with was the case of the Black Dahlia. She was intrigued by the grisly details of Elizabeth Short’s corpse and the investigation of the most important suspect, George Hodel.

Later, when she was at your house after school, you took it upon yourself to show her the episode and you both cuddled, laughing a few funny bits or discussing certain parts of the case that stood out. MJ joked that she was most like Shane, a cynical, sarcastic doubter who definitely questioned people with more authority and power and you were like Ryan, a paranoid believer who was probably more obsessed with murder than any normal person would be.

Much like Shane and Ryan, you and MJ were an iconic duo and everybody in Midtown High knew you two were the cutest couple. You and MJ had been best friends for a while and it was pretty obvious that you two had feelings for each other. MJ had been the one to awkwardly asked you out and you both ended up bonding over knowledge of weird, gruesome cases.

After you introduced MJ to Buzzfeed Unsolved, you both started binge-watching Buzzfeed Unsolved episode, sneaking in kisses during intervals. At one point, you both ran out of Skittles to share and MJ said she didn’t mind because when she kissed you she could taste the rainbow. That was probably the cheesiest pick-up line that she ever said but you both were too hopelessly in love to point it out.

Even after all the episodes of Buzzfeed Unsolved and numerous cases you two studied, the Black Dahlia case was always MJ’s favorite. In fact, she was so fascinated by it that the black dahlia became her favorite flower and she would always joke that you were her black dahlia because you were beautiful and mysterious. People never questioned why MJ began jokingly began calling you “black dahlia” but often cast curious glances that you both would deflect.

MJ and you dated for a year before things started changing, in your relationship and in your life. She met Peter Parker and Ned Leeds and became very good friends with them. While you were mutuals with MJ’s new friends, you didn’t know them well enough to constantly hang out with them so slowly, you and MJ began spending less and less time together. Instead of walking home with you while holding hands, MJ would head over to the library to talk about science with Ned and Peter.

Your classmates noticed the growing distance between you and MJ and asked if everything was okay between you two. Despite their questions having a hint of concern, you knew that they wanted to be the first to know about any drama. You always insisted that MJ and you were fine and that just because she was spending time with other people, it didn’t mean that you couldn’t date her. But eventually, you realized that this relationship probably didn’t mean as much to her anymore and decided to sit down with her and have a discussion about the future of your relationship.

MJ clearly felt guilty about how she had been distancing herself and you felt bad since you didn’t want to be too controlling and limit the time she spent with her friends. You two agreed to take a break but remain friends and after a couple days, people began to notice how MJ no longer walked with you to classes and how you two didn’t hold hands when sitting next to each other during lunch.

Being friends with MJ after your break-up was probably the hardest thing to do as every time you saw her face, you were reminded of all the romantic memories you two had made together. Then, the snap, or as the school dumbly dubbed it, the blip, happened. You disappeared along with MJ, Peter, and half of the entire school. When you came back, MJ and you grew close again, relying on each to adjust to this new life.

Ultimately, MJ still chose Peter over you and when you went on the science trip with the class, you knew something was going on with MJ and Peter. Brad was a factor too, as he clearly was in love with MJ as well, but knowing Brad, he would get over her eventually. Besides, MJ wouldn’t want to date a guy who had no interest in justice, morality, or grisly murders. However, she did seem to want to date Peter as you caught her staring lovingly at Peter whenever he wasn’t watching.

There was the whole fiasco with the elementals and Mysterio that definitely destroyed the mood of the trip by making you fear for your survival. Spoiler alert: you managed to survive, which meant you got to witness MJ and Peter walking out from the ruins of the destruction holding hands. After some peer pressure from Ned, MJ showed you and Ned the black dahlia necklace Peter got her. The necklace was broken but MJ smiled when she proudly stated that it was more beautiful when it was broken.

You would never tell her how when you got back home, you spent the night crying into your pillow. You truly were happy for MJ and Peter but it absolutely broke your heart that the only symbol that you and MJ shared was no longer for you two anymore. In the past, you were MJ’s black dahlia but much like the black dahlia pendant she received from Peter, your heart was crushed.

Maybe you always had hoped that MJ would fall for you again even though she clearly really liked Peter and now that hope was destroyed, you were finally realizing how useless hope was. Managing to put a smile on your face, you convinced everybody that you weren’t bothered at all and you still kept your friendship with MJ. Watching MJ’s relationship with Peter blossom was still magnificent but you never forgot the feeling of MJ’s hand in yours and the way she would call you “black dahlia” as if you were the only one in the world.

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Rating: PG

Warnings: mentions of death

Characters: Peter Parker, Sam Wilson, James Rhodes, EDITH, Wanda Maximoff, Bucky Barnes, Harley Keener

Mentioned: Thaddeus Ross, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Morgan Stark, Shuri, Nick Fury, Clint Barton

“What am I supposed to do, Mr. Wilson?”

“Pete, you have to stop pacing. You’re freaking me out,” Sam replied. “We’re going to figure this out, alright? We’ll find you a safe house until we can get everything settled.”

Peter shook his head. “I don’t think I can just stay in one place,” he told him, running a hand through his messy hair. He had swung all the way to the compound in hopes that the remaining Avengers could help him. It hurt seeing the destruction around them and the fresh wood that proved that the reconstruction still wasn’t completely finished. He hated how much it reminded him of memories he had finally managed to suppress. But this was his only option. “You guys went on the run after Germany. That was the only way that Ross didn’t find you. Being in another country. I-I’ve got to swing to Canada or something. I can’t stay here.”

“You could just use EDITH to, ya know, get rid of him,” Rhodey suggested as he stepped into the room.

Wanda chuckled and raised her hand. “I would be okay with that,” she laughed.

“No, no, we’re not killing him!” Peter snapped. “That’s what got me in this mess in the first place. God, I never wanted to kill anyone. I didn’t do it. I didn’t tell her to kill anyone, I promise.”

“Hey, Kid, it’s okay,” Bucky got up and put a hand on his shoulder. “We know you didn’t. We’re all on your side here. It was just a joke.”

“Yeah, it wasn’t a funny one,” he mumbled, dropping to the floor and crossing his legs. He rubbed his face with his hands, groaning with frustration. “I wish Tony was here. He’d know what to do.”

Everyone else fell silent, not sure what to say. Peter sighed and shook his head, looking up at them. “I have to go. I can’t stay here. This is one of the first places they’ll come looking for me.”

“Peter, you’re too young to go off on your own,” Rhodey pressed. “Let us find you a safe house. H*ll, I could even call Pepper and see if you can stay with them for awhile. You know she won’t care. Just let us help.”

“No,” Peter said quickly. “I can’t put her and Morgan in danger like that.”

“Well, we’re not letting you leave on your own,” Sam said sternly. “You’re one of us, and we’re going to help you. Tony made you part of the team for a reason.”

There was a knock on the window and everyone glanced over. Peter raised an eyebrow at the sight. It looked like an Iron Man suit, only orange and white in color and slimmer like the Rescue suit that Pepper wore. Wanda looked to Sam and when the man nodded, used her powers to lift the window so the figure could fly in. “Oh, great, you’re here,” a voice said as the suit looked at Peter.

Peter started to speak when the faceplate lifted and he saw. . . “Keener?” He has only met the boy once; at Tony’s funeral. He wasn’t completely sure how the two knew each other, but he had seemed okay. He had introduced himself to Peter briefly, saying he had heard a lot about him and that his sister was a fan before leaving to talk to Morgan.

“Good to see you too, Parker,” the older boy replied with a smirk, letting the suit return to the nanite casing that came in the form of a watch. “Saw the news. Never struck me as the killer type.”

“Excuse me?” Peter asked, a hint of anger in his voice. Had he came just to taunt him.

“Relax, man, I’m kidding,” he laughed, patting Peter’s shoulder. “Mrs. Pepper called and asked me to come pick you up.”

“And I’m just supposed to trust you?” Peter asked, pulling away from him. “I don’t even know you.”

Harley shrugged half-heartedly. “I’m a trust fund, baby, you can trust me.”

“Did he just—” Wanda tilted her head slightly.

“Yeah, he did,” Bucky sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. For a moment, Peter was confused as to how he knew the song, but then remembered he was basically Shuri’s brother and had definitely heard it many times over.

“Look, I don’t know what your deal is,” Peter started. “But this isn’t some joke. You can’t just show up in one of Mr. Stark’s suits and assume that I’m going to come with you to who-knows-where when there are currently a number of people who want me dead.”

“Peter, listen,” the boy suddenly got serious, his face softening. His accent seemed more prominent now, and Peter wondered if he tried to mask it while he was in the city. “You’re right, you don’t know me. I don’t really know you either, but I do know that Tony loved you and there is no way in h*ll I’m gonna just stand around and do nothin’. Because he said that you would never hurt a soul whether they had hurt you or not. Said you were the best of anyone here — no offense to you guys — and the one person he wanted to pass his work down to.”

Peter found himself touching EDITH as Harley spoke, glancing down. He found himself remembering that conversation on the rooftop after the ferry incident. When he said he was just trying to be like Tony and he said he wanted him to be better. But he had been wrong. They both knew he was wrong. Fury had even said it. He didn’t deserve these glasses or anything else that might be handed to him later on because of Tony’s requests in the past.

“Come with me,” Harley insisted. “To Tennessee. Ross doesn’t know who I am. They don’t know we have any connections. You’ll be safe there.”

“He has a point,” Sam pointed out. “And if they do start heading that way, you’re close to Clint. It’s not a far drive to Missouri. Things go south, we can call him up and see if you can hide out there for awhile.”

Peter sighed and clicked the button on his glasses. “What do you think, EDITH? Do we trust him?”

“I can find no data that suggests Mr. Keener is untrustworthy,” EDITH replied. Peter let his gaze glance at the images she was showing him; images that he had never seen before of a much younger Harley with Tony. The quality is poor, but it’s definitely them. “It appears he had a connection to Mr. Stark.”

Peter nodded as the pictures faded. “Fine, I’ll come with you,” he said finally. “EDITH, can you send the Iron Spider this way? I’m not riding on Keener’s back all the way to Tennessee.”

“Aw, come on Parker,” Harley teased. “You don’t wanna a piggy back ride? Sissy says I give the best.”

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: depression, implied/referenced suicide, suicidal thoughts

Characters: Peter Parker, EDITH, Minor OCs

Mentioned: May Parker, Happy Hogan, Pepper Potts, Morgan Stark, James Rhodes, Tony Stark, Harley Keener, Thaddeus Ross, Quentin Beck, Richard Parker, Mary Parker, Ben Parker, Wanda Maximoff

@whumptober2020 Day Five: On The Run

August 10th 2025

Day 360

If you asked me how I planned on spending my eighteenth birthday, I probably would have given you a long speech about how I was going to spend the day with Aunt May. We would be watching my favorite movies and eating cake on the couch in our living room. Happy would probably come by sometime. Pepper and Morgan too, and maybe even Colonel Rhodes and some of the other Avengers. Before the Blip, Tony would be in the picture somewhere. We would have been in our old apartment instead of the new, smaller complex that we started renting after we returned. Going out on patrol as Spider-Man wouldn’t be outside the realm of possibilities.

I never would have imagined that I would become an adult in the forests of Tennessee in an abandoned cabin. I don’t think I would be a fugitive running from the federal government, trying to stay hidden. I would have imagined I would wake up to a kiss and a “happy birthday” from May as well as countless texts from the people who care about me, but I woke up to the sound of the wind rustling the leaves outside. EDITH is the only one who has wished me well, and that’s just not the same.

I try to look on the bright side, I really do, but it gets harder every day. I think about the day that Tony told me about when he came to Tennessee unexpectedly and wonder if he was anywhere near where I am now. I’ve considered trying to find Harley, but I have no idea if he trusts me or if he would help me hide even if he did. I’ve only met him once, at the funeral, anyway. Still, I imagine Ross has questioned just because of the fact we both knew Tony.

Some days, I wonder if this is even worth it. I know that I didn’t kill Beck. I know that it was all a lie, but so many people don’t believe me. To so many, I’m nothing more than a menace. I know that I’ll spend the rest of my life in hiding. I’ll never have the chance to go to college or get married and raise a family. I’ll never see any of the people I care for again. I think, maybe, it would be better to leave this life. Let them find me here in this cold cabin if the animals don’t get to me first.

At least then, I won’t be alone anymore. I could see my parents again. I could see Ben again. I could see Tony again. I would be safe and happy and warm. I won’t have to worry about being hungry anymore. I won’t have to worry about the pain that will come if they do find me alive. I know they plan on sending me to the Raft. I know what they did to Wanda there. I don’t know if I could survive that.

Peter put down his pen as he felt the tingling sensation that often warned him of danger. Moving slowly, he closed his journal and picked up his EDITH glasses, slipping them onto his face. There was a knock on his door, and he was forced to weigh his options. He could open the door and risk being caught, he could act like no one was there, or he could escape out the window. No matter what he decided, his plan could go terribly wrong.

There was another knock and Peter took a shaky breath, pulling his hood over his head and putting on his hat. He moved towards the door and opened it up, surprised to see a little boy standing in front of him. He didn’t look like he could be much older than Morgan, and there were tears streaming down his cheeks. Peter immediately softened and bent down to be level with the child. “Hey, Buddy,” he said quietly. “Are you lost?”

The boy nodded quickly before wiping at his runny nose. “W-we were hiking and-and I can’t— I can’t find Mommy and Daddy,” he cried.

“Shh, come here.” Peter opened his arms and the child immediately fell into him, clinging onto his hoodie tightly. “It’s okay. What’s your name, Kiddo?”

“Ol-Oliver,” the boy whimpered.

“Hey, Oliver,” Peter said softly, stroking the boy’s hair. “Do you think you can show me which way you came from so I can help you find your family?”

Oliver raised his head and turned to look back the way he had came. He turned back to Peter and nodded. “Y-Yeah.”

“Yeah? Good. Let me go get my backpack and then we’ll go, okay?”

I helped a little boy find his family today. He was lost and came knocking on the door of the cabin that had become my temporary home. It was the first time I did something that felt good since Mysterio. I miss helping people as Spider-Man more than I ever thought I would, and helping Oliver. . . I really needed that. I needed that reminder that I’m not the menace that everyone thinks I am.

“Thank you so much,” Oliver’s Mom breathed, pulling Peter into a hug. It reminded him of the hugs that May would always give him. It was warm and motherly. One of the things he missed most. “I wish I could do something to repay you.”

“You already have,” Peter promised her. “I’m glad that I could help.”

Oliver’s family didn’t act like they recognized me, but you can never be too cautious. I’ve decided it’s time to get back on the road. I just can’t risk it.

I will keep going. I won’t give up just yet. Not when I managed to help someone. Because maybe there’s still a sliver of hope that everything will be okay. Maybe they will figure out that I’m innocent. Maybe I will get to go back home some day. Maybe, in the end, it will all be worth it.

Peter Parker