13 Oct 2018
in which peter, harley and ned ask the all-important question: WHO IS SPIDER-MAN?
Bookmarked by IWishIHadATurtle
23 Feb 2021
Fandoms: Daredevil (TV), Spider-Man: Homecoming (2017), Deadpool - All Media Types, Captain America (Movies), Hawkeye (Comics), The Defenders (Marvel TV), Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse (2018)
26 Nov 2020
Brett sighed and looked down at the folder in his hand.
“Your name is Peter, right?”
“Peter, we haven’t even started talking. Let’s just take a minute to ease up.”
“Bud, we haven’t charged you with a crime. This is just talking.”
(Brett's encounters with Team Red/vigilantes and their weird fucking way of helping)
19 Feb 2021
“Pete?” Ned called down, “What’s going on?”
One of the major points the Avengers kept hammering into Peter during his first aid training was that sometimes, even when everything thing tells you that they shouldn’t be moved, a victim has to be moved.
Mr. Harrington’s hair was suddenly floating in the water.
The victim HAD to be moved.
Ned and the others were now all peeking over the ledge. There was no way he could do this without...
Now he really felt nauseous.
But maybe they wouldn’t figure it out?
- Part 17 of Febuwhump 2021
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Spider-Man - All Media Types, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies)
29 Nov 2020
He was just finishing the formulas and designs that would allow him to carry more web fluid in his canisters when he picked up on the tell-tale sound of the elevator coming up the shaft, and he felt his stomach fall to his feet.
Moments before the doors slid open, he quickly muted himself and turned his camera feed off and prayed that he was on the last page of students and that Mrs. Warren wouldn’t realize before he could tell whoever it was to fuck off.
Peter is getting sick of online high school, and needed to sit somewhere other than his bedroom. Either FRIDAY lied or he was just really unlucky. Tony, Sam, Bucky, and Clint shenanigans happen.
quaranteens by blueh
02 Jan 2021
“Peter Parker,” Cindy says. Peter’s head snaps up so fast that it almost looks inhuman. “Did Tony Stark just waltz in and pick up his child in the background of your Zoom call?”
Peter freezes. Wide-eyed, with ‘guilty’ written on his forehead in 72, bold, Times New Roman font. It takes a solid thirty seconds before he can put himself together enough to click the unmute button.
“I—no?” Peter says. His voice is startlingly high pitched and his expression is nothing short of horrified.
Damn, if that isn’t anything but a confession.
Or: a day in the life of the quarantined high school spider-kid, as seen through the eyes of his first-period chemistry class.