it's okay, we're okay Anthology
tempestaurora
Summary:
Anthology containing:i. stabbed
Peter was paying attention, honest.
But the mugger said, “Spiderman, knife to see you,” and then plunged the blade into his side while all Peter could think about was oh my god, did the mugger just make a pun? Then all he could think about was the cold sensation in his side and the way it turned a blistering hot when the knife was yanked from his skin.
AKA the first day of whumpvember, my super late version of whumptober
ii. bloody hands
“He shouldn’t be alive,” Cho had whispered after Peter fell back into a deep sleep. “A person can’t lose that much blood and still be alive.”
As much as Peter was a miracle, he was also one disaster after another, and Tony didn’t know if he could hold out any longer. The kid was pushing himself so hard every night and going home with more injuries than he’d given out. And Tony was getting phone calls every other night, and last night-
He clenched the glass in his hand. He hadn’t picked up. He hadn’t heard Peter’s call.
iii. insomnia
The problem was, Tony was tired to his bones. He was aching and slow and he felt the desperate need to sleep, but it just wouldn’t come. He wasn’t afraid of the nightmares that plagued him when his guards were lowered – no, he’d seen the worst and come back from it.
Tony wasn’t avoiding sleep. Sleep was avoiding Tony.
iv. "no, stop!"
The footsteps had slowed to a stop and Peter could hear the gunner’s breathing, could hear their fingers tapping against the gun. He gritted his teeth. He couldn’t let people get hurt – not when he had a better chance of surviving. But moving would attract the gunner to their class.
In the end, it didn’t matter.
There was a gunman in his school and he’d come for Peter.
v. poisoned
Peter collapsed onto the closest bed and groaned into the duvet.
“Stomach ache, kid?”
“Yeah,” Peter said a moment later, turning his head to breathe. “I think it’s the sushi.”
“I said we shouldn’t buy gas station sushi,” Tony replied.
“But I wanted gas station sushi."
vi. betrayed
Peter was nine when the Strange Things happened.
When his dad, Tony Stark, disappeared for three months straight and no one would tell Peter where he was.
When Obadiah Stane, one of the four people Tony had promised Peter he could trust besides him, tore out his Dad's heart.
vii. kidnapped
He awoke with a sharp intake of breath, unsure if his eyes were really open with the darkness that surrounded him. His ankles weren’t tied together, neither were his wrists – he was on his side, curled into a ball, and there was only a single pinprick of light in the shape of a small hole, all the way down by his feet.
Peter frowned, his mind racing to connect what he was seeing.
Ah, got it. Peter was in a box.
viii. (disco) fever
“Please don’t make me watch this,” Peter whined, moving to lean on Tony as he did so.
“No can do, buddy,” Tony said. “It’s movie night. It’s May’s turn. Law is, we have to watch this.”
“Don’t act like you’re not excited,” Pepper commented, pulling her feet up onto the cushions. “You’ve been humming Stayin’ Alive all day.”
Tony grinned. “That’s because it’s got a great soundtrack. I am excited. May’s turns are the best turns.”
May’s turns were the worst turns.
ix. stranded
“You know,” Peter said conversationally, despite the situation, “my parents died in a plane crash.”
Tony released a harsh breath, turning his head to look at Peter where they laid amongst rubble and ruin on the floor of the forest. “That’s not helping, kid.”
Peter hummed his indifference to that statement. “I’m just saying. The died on a plane crash – I never even flew in a plane until Germany – and now look at us.”
“We’re not dead,” Tony replied.
“Not yet.”
x. bruises
“You are May’s number one priority, you know that.”
“She deserves to be happy.”
“She does,” Tony agreed. “But you make her happy. And I want you to consider this for a minute, okay, because maybe this is something that’ll be important to remember in future, too.” Tony moved from his work, turning his stool so he faced Peter dead on. “If he was hitting you now, what makes you think he wouldn’t hit May later?”
xi. hypothermia
Howard Stark searching and searching, telling tales to a young Tony, too wide-eyed to know what would become of the man in the ice and how his story would loop around his, inexplicable and inextricable.
There was a slither of Tony’s being that wished to go back in time and tell his younger self that he could hate Captain America all he wanted; he should use it as his very own shield, heft it high and carry it always, so when the good Rogers himself swung a punch, Tony would already be deflecting it.
Everything was tinged with blue.
xii. electrocution
On screen, Peter was setting up the device; placing the pads and wires along Tony’s right arm. "Alright, so basically I had my friend, Ned, write out a bunch of questions for us, and we’re gonna answer them. If we answer incorrectly, we get shocked.”
“What?”
“Shocked, Mr Stark.”
“You’re going to electrocute me.”
“Only if you don’t know the answer.”
xiii. "stay."
“Alright, we’re doing Avengers quizzes today.”
“Okay, we’re starting with Which Avenger are you destined for?”
Peter leaned over to see the screen, reading, “Which Avenger is your soulmate. Possible results are: Loki- wait a minute, Loki’s not an Avenger.”
Tony frowned at the screen. “He literally came to this planet to kill us all.”
“I get that he’s attractive or whatever, but he’s like, a mass murderer.”
Sequel to xii. "electrocution" - aka, they're back on the YouTube Shit
xiv. torture
He choked up a sob as the men in masks jolted Tony awake. They’d stopped his heart by accident – at least, Peter thought it was accidental. The way one bitched to the other; slapping him around the head and swearing in a language Peter didn’t understand, made him think it wasn’t on purpose. No, see, they still wanted something and Tony knew how to get it.
Peter didn’t know what it was though. He’d woken up to Tony’s screaming. He’d woken up long after Tony had bargained Peter down from the very same table Tony was being resuscitated on.
“You’re lucky,” one of the men had told Peter in broken English. “He swore he’d never give us a damn thing if even one of your hairs was out of place.”
xv. manhandling
It was an experiment and it was not.
It was Peter, seventeen years old, doing a keg stand in the middle of a crowd of whooping teenagers.
It was Peter, barely even tipsy, downing five tequila shots in a row and running onto the dance floor.
It was Peter, somehow, inexplicably, for one night only: one of the cool kids.
So Ned was, predictably, worried.
xvi. bedridden
Pepper Stark is decidedly not sick, because Pepper Stark doesn't get sick.
So the fact that's she's bedridden for the day means that she's probably dying.
Tony and Peter have a particular responsibility to look after while she's working through the plague.
xvii. drugged
“Well,” the doctor said, “it seems you two can only tell the truth. I’ll call the team in to start working on a fix, but I do recommend you don’t leave the tower in case you say something you usually wouldn’t.”
“I’ll be fine,” Peter said.
The doctor raised an eyebrow but didn’t look at him. “Peter, are you Spiderman?”
“Yes.” Peter blinked. “I see your point.”
(Tony and Peter get truth-serumed and they take full advantage of this.)
xviii. hostage
“Stark,” the gunman said. “Me shooting this kid is the least of your worries.”
It would never be the least, Tony knew. But there was a lot of other worries surrounding it, namely how he’d get Peter out of the situation, and how he was already bleeding profusely from his right shoulder, where a bullet had already pierced into his skin from when the gunners had initially entered.
Peter’s eyes had widened and his breath had caught and a second later he was shot through. He’d dodged, minutely, and it meant all the difference. The bullet would’ve gone straight through the centre of his chest if he hadn’t.
“I’ll be honest,” Tony said, his gun trained on the two, “you holding a kid hostage is pretty high on my list.”
xix. exhaustion
“Peter. You with me?”
“Ya-huh.”
“Alright, care to sit up?” Tony helped heave him up and Peter blinked, slow. He yawned and felt his spine squeeze out every inch of pain it could. “I’d love to have a chat with you about your health and sleeping habits,” he said, “but there’s aliens invading, so do you mind if we do it later?”
xx. concussion
It had happened in gym, when Peter lost focus for a moment and stacked it during the obstacle course, his head slamming into the ground. The entire gym had gone silent when Peter didn’t immediately move, before Coach Wilson raced across the room to Peter’s side, who then groaned quietly into the floor.
Ned had volunteered to take him to the nurse’s station when he counted Wilson’s two held up fingers as six.
xxi. harsh climate
“Morning, Mr Stark!”
“Hey, Pete,” Tony said, slow, nursing a cup of coffee as the holoscreens in front of him ran projections and numbers, one after another.
“Did you see all the snow?” Peter asked, and Tony could hear the wind and distant car horns blaring.
“Uh, yeah, I did. I also saw that you’re in your suit.”
“Sure am.”
“What happened to that little institution called school?”
Peter laughed and whooped. Tony was pretty sure he’d done a flip. “Snow day! School’s cancelled!”
xxii. friendly fire
“There are incoming reports of an attack on the Met. Men armed with guns have attacked civilians and taken hostages. It has been claimed by the Watch Dogs,” FRIDAY announced.
“The who now?” Tony replied.
“The Watch Dogs,” Peter said. “They’re an anti-inhuman terrorist group. How don’t you know that?”
If Tony could’ve shrugged while flying with a spider-child on his back, he would’ve. “Been busy raising an infant or something like that."
xxiii. self-sacrifice
There is one gun.
There is one bullet.
You may not shoot yourself.
Someone must die.
If no one is killed, you all die.
You have one hour.
xxiv. drowning
Tony frowned as he logged into the Baby Monitor app he’d made to connect to the Spiderman suit. Peter’s heartrate was off the charts and he’d been sitting in the same spot on the Brooklyn Bridge for almost an hour.
“I’m fine, Mr Stark.”
Tony hated that he recognised the lie when he heard it. He knew it because he’d sounded the same way before. He’d said the same, defeated I’m fine that Peter was saying, and he knew it meant the opposite.
xxv. restraints
“Daddy says you hurt,” Morgan said, a frown so deep it caused wrinkles between her brows. Peter gently reached out a hand to smooth it out, trying for a tired smile.
“I’m okay,” he promised. “Where is your Daddy?”
She shrugged. “Big idea.”
“He had a big idea?”
Morgan nodded. “Mommy said you wouldn’t like it.”
Peter frowned. This couldn’t be good.
xxvi. broken ribs
"It’s like your rib is just out of position. You just woke up like this?”
“Yeah. I mean, I got punched in that area during sparring the other day – Happy had a field day with it. But, I didn’t feel anything until today.”
Rhodey shrugged. “Bones, man.”
“Bones, man,” Tony agreed, in the same disdainful tone.
xxvii. "i can't walk"
It happened in a crash.
A blinding, blistering pain, then nothing.
The loud screech of metal, the slam of cars against cars against walls. Crumbling brick. Shouts of fear, of pain. The air bag going off, Happy’s grunt.
A flash of light, like the sun, burning into Peter’s retinas for just heartbeat. Then gone, like it never existed. The car shaking, everything shaking.
The blinding, blistering pain, then nothing.
xxviii. seizure
Tony Stark had a seizure that morning.
He had one, he got checked out, told that while it looked like an epileptic seizure, it was actually caused by stress, and was sent back to his room with strict instructions to rest.
Tony Stark, futurist, mechanic, Iron Man, did not do rest.
xxix. caregiver
“Hey!” Peter called when he reached the alley.
Ahead of him was a man in a dark jacket, a knife outstretched, and a short woman with trembling hands, her handbag being yanked into the mugger’s grasp.
“There are young, impressionable minds present,” Peter said. “Please set a good example for them.”
The mugger blinked at him. “What the hell? Is that a baby?”
Peter shrugged, Morgan babbled in his ear. “It’s bring your sister to work day, what can I say?"
xxx. showdown
Mr Stark knighted him. “You’re an Avenger, kid.”
Peter started to smile, and then grew serious. Avengers dealt with the big stuff. Avengers dealt with global threats. Avengers were responsible for an entire planet.
Avengers weren’t soldiers, but this was certainly a war.
Peter had never been fit for battle, but he turned on his heel and followed after Mr Stark anyway. There was a whole planet counting on him now.
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wayward sons Anthology by tempestaurora
Fandoms: Iron Man (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man: Homecoming (2017), Deadpool (Movieverse)
28 Jun 2019
Summary
Anthology containing:
who gives a damn about the family you come from?
It started with a harmless Instagram story on Peter's account. Then Tony Stark reposted it. Then Peter Parker's account blew up.
Harley Keener's there because he likes to watch the world burn.
AKA the social media au we need in these trying times
the comic con adventure
“I can’t believe you talked me into this,” Tony groused as the three of them walked through the crowd, surrounded on all sides by yelling and glowing light sabers.
“Honestly,” Harley responded, “neither can we.”
Tony scoffed, leading the way through the mess of people to find their way out the other side. Above them, a large banner read COMIC CON NEW YORK, and there was a voice talking over a loud speaker, unidentifiable beneath the voices of everyone else. People were everywhere. People in costumes, people without, people lugging giant motherfucking swords on their shoulders like a 2002 anime character and Peter was having a great time.
He was also about to find out about the Avengers costume contest.
a life or death situation
Harley was short-circuiting a little.
Luckily, Peter wasn’t.
Peter shoved up his jacket sleeve and clicked a button on the side of his watch. Harley had a matching one. Harley never wore his because he was irresponsible and liked to laugh in the face of good decision-making. Peter, who had sense, wore his every day, and the button sent a panic alarm directly to Iron Man.
Harley really needed to wear his watch more often.
Peter met his eyes. “It’s okay,” he whispered so quiet Harley could barely hear him. “We’re gonna be fine.”
5 times the world thought harley keener was dating spiderman
and 1 time they thought peter parker was
“Asshole,” Peter said.
“What did I do?”
He tapped the internet icon on his phone and showed it to Harley, who immediately laughed so hard he choked on air.
BUZZFEED: THE CUTEST SHIP OF THE WEEK, SPIDERMAN AND HARLEY KEENER
Is one of the famous Iron Sons dating the friendly neighbourhood Spiderman of Queens? Keener posts the cutest Snapchat story with the masked vigilante!
yeehaw buckaroo
Peter froze, he felt the squish under his shoe. "What did I just step in?”
“That would be cow shit.”
“Cow shit.”
“Yup. You gotta keep an eye out for those. They’re everywhere.”
Peter let out a long, hateful sigh. “I can’t believe you live like this.”
Harley snorted. “It’s just cow shit.”
“Just cow shit? Harley. It’s cow shit on my shoe. On my shoe, Harley! You know when I got cow shit on my shoe in New York? Huh? Never, Harley. I never stood in cow shit in New York.”
call me back
"What are you doing up here?”
Deadpool nodded his mask-clad head towards the laundromat opposite. “Ran out of salsa. Figured anything chunky and red would substitute.”
“Dude. Gross.”
“Hardcore,” Ned whispered in his ear.
Peter had a feeling that Deadpool was smiling when he looked back down at the street. “It’s a little to gory for your kind of action, baby boy. Run along now and don’t get your leotard stained.”
Peter blinked at him and ignored the comment. “Who are the targets?”
“Is Peter about to murk some people?” Harley asked.
“Sounds like it,” MJ replied. “Do we call the police on Peter? Or, like, is Spiderman allowed to kill people?”
OR: Spiderman occasionally helps out Deadpool, but he always gets hurt in the process.
what is family?
“Just like my mother used to make,” May announced, setting dinner on the table.
“Your mother didn’t cook store-bought carbonara,” Peter replied, passing over the serving spoon.
“And your mother didn’t teach you to sass your elders,” she said, rolling her eyes.
Peter snorted, and Harley shook his head. “That was a weak your mom joke.”
May served up Harley’s plate. “I’m not going to your mom joke an orphan, Harley. I have taste.”
hey, brothers fight
Harley had said something three days earlier. It was offhanded and immediately forgotten by him, while Peter continued to think about it for the next seventy-two hours.
“Sorry, Parker – it’s family dinner night.”
Family dinner night.
And family, apparently, didn’t include Peter Parker.
So, maybe he’d been spending the past three days passive aggressively talking about all the things Mr Stark and he had in common that Harley couldn’t relate to. Maybe he’d been pulling Iron Man out and specifically searching for danger that he would normally avoid or leave to the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen or some other vigilante. Maybe he’d been solely focused on giving a metaphorical middle finger to Harley by having oh so many inside jokes with Mr Stark.
Peter knew it was stupid.
heaven's not too far away
May Parker had died two weeks before.
And now MJ's Aasimir Ranger was dead on the ground, in the middle of D&D combat. In Peter’s mind he could see her, the Morningstar embedded in her stomach, wings lifeless, bow and arrow at her side, forgotten.
For a moment, the image was replaced with May. Corpse strewn across the road, the car speeding off into the distance; blood running down from her nose, eyes unseeing, staring into the sky above. He wondered what her last thought had been.
Peter blinked and it was Finn again. A Dungeons and Dragons character. MJ. Not May.
OR Peter moves on, somehow.
man vs food
They started at Mother’s Cupboard in Manhattan. It was a hole-in-the-wall type place with little seating, but they secured a table and ordered Waffles for Harley and the Frittata Challenge for Peter.
The server behind the counter raised her eyebrows. “You’re tiny,” she said. “Not—not that I mean that in a bad way. But, you’re tiny. You know what’s in the Frittata Challenge, right?”
Peter nodded, and recited, “Six pounds of scrambled eggs, sausage, pepperoni, and hash browns.”
“Thousands of people have attempted the challenge,” Harley added, “but ninety-five percent failed.”
The woman eyed them for a moment and nodded. “If you finish it you get a t-shirt and your photo on the wall. If you finish it.”
“That’s the plan, ma’am."
Shelves: Marvel Comics
- Site:
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- 56,583
hydra's not a home Anthology by tempestaurora
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man: Homecoming (2017), Iron Man (Movies)
05 Nov 2018
Summary
At 6 years old, the son of Tony and Pepper Stark, Peter, is kidnapped, never to be seen again. Or, so they thought. Ten years later, while raiding a HYDRA base, the Avengers come across a new, enhanced individual, working for the enemy: in black spandex, with a tendency to stick to walls and shoot webs from his wrists, the Black Spider is a pain in the ass in more ways than one.
Anthology containing:
you're just trying to do your best for a kid who's lost control
Peter Stark was a prodigy child, following in his father's footsteps. First circuit board at four, engine at six, the future of Stark Industries. Then, the worst thing imaginable happens.
PETER STARK MISSING
Ten years later, a new HYDRA experiment shows up on the scene; in black spandex, with the voice of a kid and abilities to rival Captain America, the Black Spider tugs at Tony's heartstrings in a way he can't fathom.
gym class blues
It's Peter Parker's first day at school.
He's done a lot in his seventeen years: he's been kidnapped, been raised as a super soldier assassin, has watched all of Star Wars like twice in two weeks - but nothing could've prepared him for high school.
On the upside: he's about to meet his best friend for the first time.
Buzzfeed Unsolved: The Disappearance of Peter Stark
Peter has just discovered Buzzfeed Unsolved, thanks to his best (and only) friend, Ned Leeds.
He's also just discovered that there's an episode all about his disappearance - only, no one knows they're talking about him.
No one knows he's back, either.
you hold your child as tight as you can (then push away the unimaginable)
If there was one thing everyone said, every time they thought of the woman Pepper Stark, they said this: “She’s the strongest woman I’ve ever seen.”
In the span of three months, both Peter and Tony Stark went missing, assumed dead. Even when Tony came back from Afghanistan with a suit of armour and a glowing blue heart, Peter was still gone.
Don’t believe what the reporters said, Tony and Pepper Stark never once stopped looking for their son.
[Pepper's perspective of 'you're just trying to do your best for a kid who's lost control]
the rumours about peter parker
“No way,” Flash said, when he heard. “Stark Industries doesn’t even hire high schoolers.”
Peter shrugged, schooling his face to remain unbothered. “Yet here I am.”
So the rumour spread that Peter Parker, top of the class and the only competent member of the track team, had a Stark Industries internship. That made it more difficult when Miss Adler, the Chemistry teacher, announced their field trip there.
OR
It's the Stark Industries Field Trip AU and I know we're all here for this one
the barnes-romanoff babysitting service
“I don’t need a babysitter,” Peter grumbled as he sank into the sofa, arms crossed tightly over his chest.
“SHIELD says otherwise,” Pepper replied, her voice light.
“I’m seventeen,” Peter shot back. “I can look after myself.”
“I don’t doubt that,” Pepper replied. “But you’re not allowed to look after yourself.”
“You know, once,” Peter said, as if she hadn’t spoken, “I got shot in the alps and I dug the bullet out all by myself and got myself back to base and I completed my mission to assassinate the ambassador from Sweden.”
Pepper paused, behind him. She then planted a kiss on the top of his head. “That is horrifying. Never tell me about that again."
-
Bucky volunteers to look after Peter for the weekend and Natasha just wants to hang out with her favourite spider.
spiderman: origins
Peter has officially decided that he wants to use his abilities for good. He wants to be like Tony, like the Avengers, like the New York vigilantes that keep people safe.
He can't do that without Ned by his side.
the three times peter parker watched pride and prejudice (2005)
Peter found Pepper in the living room.
“I started Pride and Prejudice last night and I’m almost finished with it-”
“You’re almost done?”
Peter nodded, producing the book from behind his back. He had about fifty pages left; when he’d started reading the night before, he couldn’t stop. He’d fallen asleep around four AM, and upon waking, just started right back up where he left off.
“I’ll probably be finished by dinner, but Bucky told me there was a movie?” Pepper’s smile widened. “I was wondering if you wanted to watch it tonight?”
AKA
Peter is really into Jane Austen, okay.
i can never be anything but what they made me
Honestly, he thought he could keep the secret longer than this.
But it turned out lies were Peter's arch nemesis and they were threatening to swallow him whole.
OR
The one where Pepper and Tony find out about Spiderman.
peter parker vs valentine's day
“If Fury finds out about this, we’re in deep shit,” Tony said.
“Fury’s not going to find out,” Pepper replied. “Also, language.”
“I’ve killed a man,” Peter said, mild, “I know about the word ‘shit’.”
“Peter.”
“Also, ‘fuck’. That’s a good one.”OR
Pepper and Tony just want to go on a Valentine's Day date, and they decide to leave Peter alone in the house to do so. Peter, with his first taste of freedom, breaks the number one rule: don't let anyone in the house.
when you came into the world, you cried and it broke my heart
Tony had never wanted a son because he didn’t want to be a father.
Because, fathers, to Tony, were strict, cruel and condescending. They lacked a belief in their children, talked down to them and made them cry at night. Fathers ignored their sons, fathers berated their sons, fathers posed for cameras with their sons as if they were proud of them, but immediately turned their backs once the reporters went away.
Tony didn’t know how to be any other kind of father.
rising on up and then tumbling down well it's part of the process
He needed to sleep but lately he’d been forgetting what that was like.
Lately, he’d been spending his nights pacing his room, trying to stop the images of a mangled body from slipping into his mind.
He'd see the guns, see himself, see blood smeared across his knuckles.
He forced those images from his mind and they were only replaced with his Mom. With Pepper, on her knees as the compound crumbled around them.
WHUMPTOBER DAY THREE: INSOMNIA
the extended family
Clint is teaching Peter about the ventilation system in the Tower, and how to navigate it. Steve just wants to go on a run. Vision likes chess and Peter has gotten a little too close to Natasha's past for her liking.
Sam has plans to hustle all of New York, Wanda is called upon for an important favour and Bucky really should've told Peter not to wear such an obnoxious t-shirt.
Rhodey just needs to apologise and Tony tells Peter more about the past he's forgotten.
Also contains: multiple heart-to-hearts, an arm wrestling competition in a dive bar and the internet, catching their first ever glimpse of the prodigal Stark son.
out of the shadows into the light
Peter Parker won't exist for much longer; will be confined to the memory of a HYDRA agent and replaced by Peter Stark, missing son of Iron Man. The whole world will finally know that he's alive and home at last.
But with the reveal of his identity, there's a threat looming. HYDRA. They've wanted their assassin back since the day he was taken from them and they're pulling out the big guns to ensure his return.
And with HYDRA, there comes a familiar face that Peter didn't think he'd ever see again.
he deserves the gentlest of epilogues
There were bad days, but Peter always powered through them to get to the good.
They burned the remains of the Black Spider suit, and he burned the remains of that person in his soul.
The Black Spider may have existed once, but he didn’t anymore. He was buried at the bottom of a HYDRA base with the Scarlet Spider, with all the bad things he’d done and all the blood that soaked his hands.
Peter was just trying to clean them. He was just searching for the shade of his skin through all the red. He’d get there one day.
the epilogue fic to the hydra's not a home series. the finale.
Shelves: Marvel Comics
- Site:
- archiveofourown.org
- Words:
- 150,616
- Status:
- Completed
the conspiracy kids Anthology by tempestaurora
Fandoms: Iron Man (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man: Homecoming (2017)
13 Oct 2018
Summary
Anthology containing:
the spider-man conspiracy
WHO IS SPIDER-MAN?
The screen showed Peter Parker, sixteen years old and determined to prove the identity of Spider-Man over the course of the three-part documentary he was making, unknowing that it would become viral within days of the first part being released. Behind the camera, way off screen, was Harley Keener, Tony Stark’s other prodigy child, grinning like crazy as Peter started the documentary. Only a few people knew what was to come, and those few people were about to have a great few weeks.
“My name is Peter Parker, and with the help of my friends, Ned Leeds, Harley Keener, and my Aunt, May Parker, who provided me with a lot of red yarn for this project, we’re going to uncover the identity of Spider-Man.”
OR
"what if peter just decided to fuck with everyone who didn’t know he was spider man and make a documentary about him trying to uncover the Truth."
the peter parker conspiracy
At sixteen years old, Peter, with the help of Ned and Harley, made a documentary searching for the Truth about Spider-Man. Two years later, Peter is to reveal his identity as Spider-Man to the world.
The internet explodes.
SEQUEL TO THE SPIDER-MAN CONSPIRACY
flash thompson's spider-man conspiracy
Flash Thompson has been making Spider-Man conspiracy videos for a long time, and Peter knows that making the WHO IS SPIDER-MAN? documentary is going to feed the flames, but he doesn't mind.
He also finds Flash's videos hilarious.
SEQUEL TO THE SPIDER-MAN CONSPIRACY AND THE PETER PARKER CONSPIRACY
Shelves: Marvel Comics
- Site:
- archiveofourown.org
- Words:
- 14,617
- Status:
- Completed