#post nwh

She'd just come home from a playdate, cheeks flushed with happiness, and Happy was grinning while he made her the customary PB&J.

"You know, Layla has a big brother," he hears her say at the table. she's drawing a picture of herself and her friend, more rambling than anything else while she works. "He's nice. He even plays with us sometimes. he's really good at Uno."

Happy grunts while he cuts the sandwich diagonally. "He does?

"Yeah." Morgan continues on distractedly. "I wish I had a brother, like her."

Something jumped involuntarily in the back of Happy's throat, reminding him somewhat of that feeling when someone asks a question and you want to yell out the answer you know with absolute certainty. But nothing comes out, and his mind draws a blank for what he was even going to say. That's probably something to ask your mom? Brothers are annoying? You don't need a brother, you've got---me? No, that didn't make sense. He was more of an uncle than anything.

"Layla says her brother is annoying, but I think he's fun," Morgan continued on, unaware of Happy's momentary tongue tie.

Maybe it was Harley, Happy thinks as he hands the plate to the kid. Tony always did act kinda the same for him and Morgan. Dad-like, before he would've tolerated that word in the same sentence as his own name.

(Happy could've sworn, though, that there was something he was forgetting. Some time Tony hadn't quite minded the assumption of fatherhood, the teasing Happy had laid on him, the responsibility.)

i think he carved his name into the walls of that cave in the hopes that, if his body isn’t found, at least his name will be.

and ever since, when he sees words and names splattered on walls, he can’t help but think of a person who just wants proof that they were there.

spots where only one person has gotten up make him think of the lonely night picking out a spot in the wall that isn’t likely to be destroyed. the quiet of scratching his own name in. What it might have felt like to get up there, alone.

I think he’d find it fascinating. An art form that is “destructive” in its creation. Proof of life and a signal that one exists.

He’d never admit it. He’d never say as much. He certainly never told anyone of the “TONY” carved in the Afghan wall, or how he long debated if he should have put “STARK”, and the way he wonders if his name is still there somehow and survived the explosion.

If a piece of him is still in that cave.

If these artists whose tags are up all around him are still alive, if they know that their work is still up, if they remember it.

He still wonders. he wouldn’t admit it. But he notices as much if it as he can, and tries to remember the tags, just in case.

He notices new ones, if they’re prominent enough. If it’s an area he sees regularly, and a tag he’s never seen before. He adds it to his mental list of people to not forget, just in case they’re gone like he thought he was back in that cave.

So when “PETE” starts popping up in red and blue with white lines through it, he notices. He doesn’t know of anyone named Pete, save Peter quill, and he wonders.

Peter Parker’s days are very monotonous until it’s announced that Tony fucking Stark is back from the dead.

Johnny comes in to look or ask for things every now and then. Him and Peter don’t even have eye contact at first, but after just a few weeks they yap about Brooklyn 99, racing cars and pineapple on pizza like they’ve known the other since forever but are only getting to know each other now.

Peter doesn’t do it on purpose, it’s just way too easy to slip into friendly chatter with Johnny. They‘ve met when out and about in the city fighting crime a lot lately and are getting along really well. Spider-Man even joined in one or two battles with the Four, and Johnny talks about him constantly.

And something in Reed clicks. The posture, the talking, the quick remarks, the way he talks to Johnny. That man is Spider-Man. And when the times he’s late or exhausted or prefers one leg over the other match up with media reports and Twitter posts about Spider-Man’s whereabouts he’s convinced. But Reed also knows how sacred Spider-Man/Peter holds his secret identity so he tells no one.

It comes as it must and Reed mentions half conscious while multitasking three experiments and talking to Peter how at least he isn’t the weirdest one in the house when Peter‘s here because at least he doesn‘t walk on walls or can produce webs and then precedes to ask if the webs actually are organic and Peter just stops in his tracks and stares. First at where he was just analyzing a spectrum and then at Reed, who actually notices when Peter doesn’t answer and looks at him questioning. Then he realizes.

So Peter is Reeds assistant and also Spider-Man and Reed knows that. It actually makes it a lot easier to work for him because he can now work on his suit in an actual lab again, be honest about why he’s late and just talk about superhero stuff as Peter with someone who kind of gets it.

And so they talk and talk and eventually Peter just tells him everything (because you know how it is with Peter and his father figures). From the bite over the time he was an avenger to the whole mind-wiping. And Reed is impressed, terrified and sad. He tells Peter that his lab is always open for him, and Peter just feels good for once.

But Johnny shows up more and more in the lab when Peter’s there (because he just might be developing a teeny tiny crush on Reeds genius, handsome lab assistant). And Peter likes talking to Johnny as Peter for a change but he doesn’t want him to know because every person that knows is danger and is in danger.

So it comes how it must when Peter gets injured in a fight in the dead of night. And because a bleeding side and shoulder aren’t enough, his web fluid is almost empty and he won’t make it home (and doesn’t want to die of bleeding on the subway). So he comes in though the window, slams a staple of books from a table as the leans on it, searching for a first aid kid or web fluid or water. He pulls off his mask, trying to steady his breathing when the door opens.

Johnny was in the kitchen for a way-past-midnight-snack when he heard a rumble from Reeds lap. And not the usual rumble. Knowing Reed was sleeping and not doing another night shift, he went looking. And caught Reeds hot intern being his good pal Spidey. Or his good pal Spidey bleeding in Reeds lap. Depends on how you view it.

Specifically, a more bitter, post-NWH Peter and post-atsv Miles.

They appear in Gotham at the same time, and their senses immediately clock each other. ("You're not from here, right? Me neither." "You a spider-man?" "Yep. I'm assuming you too?")

I just kinda assume Peter'd be fairly okay with it, as no one back home knows who he is anymore and maybe this way his friends will be safer.

Meanwhile Miles is stressing. He needs to get back home to help his dad, ASAP. He gets increasingly panicked when he realises there is no native Spider-man here to help them.

Peter absolutely freaking out when he finds out there's multiversal-travel tech out there. He thought he was stuck searching for a wizard! Science is something he can understand, though.

Peter adopting Miles, immediately. His baby brother now. ("Jesus, was I this annoying when I started out?)

Peter stealing money from Wayne Industries.

("Should we be doing this? Aren't we meant to stop crime and everything?"

"Kid, I was friends with Tony Stark, I know how billionaires live. It's not a lot, and we need to live on something."

"You knew Tony Stark?? The assasin?"

"The fucking what?")

Peter mostly working at café's, trying to build a watch from home and being Miles' guy in chair, occasionally going out to steal some new materials for the tech, while Miles is forced to go to school (by Peter) and patrols.

Peter befriending Barbara and Cass. Miles bonding with Steph and Duke. Also, the concept of Miles meeting Damian at school, and eventually becoming almost-friends.

One time Miles needs back-up on patrol, so Peter shows up.

("Who are you?"

"I'm... Spider-man."

"You can't both be Spider-man!"

"Why not? There's five Robin's."

"Yeah, but not at the same time!"

"Time is a social construct."

"No???"

"I mean, he's literally in his 30's and dead where I'm from."

Ok. The fanfic I am looking for. I am so worried it's deleted because I have not been able to find it. Post No Way Home because everyone has forgotten Peter. He is at a college and Tony Stark has a cypher (not sure if it's hydra related, can't remember) that he brings to the college or posts online somewhere. Peter solves the cypher and Tony stark and someone else (maybe Rhody, maybe doctor strange?) go to Peters apartment and it's super shitty and meet him there to talk about the cypher. I think Peter has been fixing up technology and mechanical stuff for his neighbors. They invite Peter to the cabin and when he goes to the cabin the other avengers arrive and old man steve recognizes Peter (because he was in the past when the spell was casted) and everything is wtf and Steve is like... Come on guys it's Peter. I think the others start remembering him after.

That's the ficn I am looking for!! Any help would be amazing🩷🙏I miss it so much

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