Finals and Sleepless Nights

The cabin is engulfed in silence as Peter lays awake in his bed, staring up at the dark ceiling above. He doesn’t know how much time has passed since he’s been doing this, but it’s starting to drive him crazy.

Or maybe he’s just crazy at this point.

No—not maybe.

He is crazy.

Peter breathes out a sigh as he raises his arms and rubs his face in his hands, trying to ignore the dull headache throbbing away, the same sensation he’s had since the afternoon. His racing mind certainly isn’t helping his headache.

Sleepless Autumn Nights

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It’s close to four-thirty as Peter finds himself lying in bed, staring up at the dark ceiling in his room at the cabin. He’s been lying awake in bed since eleven-thirty once he came upstairs after watching a movie in the living room with Tony and Pepper after she put Morgan to bed.

That was five and a half hours ago.

Five and a half hours of him blinking up at the dark ceiling, his exhaustion weighing him down but his brain not allowing him to sleep.

Are We Out of the Woods Yet?

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Rain lightly falls outside, gently hitting the windows of the Stark cabin as Peter sits on the couch in the living room, watching a movie with Morgan.

Morgan, who is currently sitting on the couch upside down, her feet dangling in the air. “Petey, I’m booorrreed.” She whines.

“Hi, booorreeddd. Nice to meet you.” Peter says with a smirk.

Morgan looks up at him with a small glare, causing Peter to chuckle.

I think I’m going to start back up writing cute little fluffy IronFam one shots, especially with fall right around the corner. I just love the comfy vibes I get writing stuff like that. I’ll try to warm myself up for Whumptober this year.

If you have any fic requests, please send them my way!! ☺️🙏

Lost in Space

Chapter 3: No Trust

“It’s been twenty-three days since Thanos came to Earth.” Rhodey says, breaking the silence of the room as they’re all gathered around the holographic screens, looking at the faces of people they once knew… who are now victims of Thanos’ snap.

Sam Wilson, King T’Challa, Nick Fury, Wanda Maximoff, Scott Lang, Hank Pym… all people Tony knows—once knew.

“World governments are… in pieces. The parts that are still working… are tying to take a census and it looks like he did…” Natasha says, pausing for a few long moments, swallowing thickly with a solemn look on her face. “He did exactly what he said he was gonna do. Thanos wiped out… fifty percent… of all living creatures.”

Lost in Space

Chapter 2: Home

Tony doesn’t know how long he’s been out for when he’s suddenly aware of a faint brightness behind his closed eyes. He tries to ignore it, only it grows brighter with each passing second. He frowns, tilting his head to the side in hopes to escape it, only for the brightness to increase. Tony opens his eyes, only to slam them shut once again, weakly raising his arm up to shield his face from the light.

But… it’s unlike any light he’s ever seen before.

It almost looks like a small star, floating in space right in front of him.

Tony’s frown deepens into curiosity as he lowers his arm as the light comes closer to the ship, decreasing in size and brightness ever so slightly.

Lost in Space

Chapter 1: Stranded 

Peter wakes to the sound of Tony’s voice, only to open his eyes and see that he and Nebula are sitting across from him in the spall space at the table, engaged in a game of what looks to be paper football.

“You don’t need to do that because you’re just holding the position,” He hears Tony tell Nebula, who grunts in frustration when she misses flicking the football through Tony’s fingers. “That was close.” Tony encourages.

“I would like to try again.” Nebula says.

A small smile tugs at the corner of Peter’s mouth as slowly forces himself to sit up in his cot, arms shaking from the effort, only managing to rest his back against the metal wall behind him. He silently watches the two play for several moments until Tony glances in his direction and smiles when he notices he’s awake.

“Hey, kiddo. Want to play the winner?”

Peter offers a tired smile in return as he shakes his head. “I’d rather watch if that’s okay.”

He catches the way Tony’s brows pull together in worry. “Okay.” He says with a small nod before he turns back to Nebula, continuing their game.

An hour or two passes by in the blink of an eye, and the two of them are still at it. Nebula is now really starting to catch onto the game, but she hasn’t won a game quite yet.

“We’re tied up. Feel the tension? It’s fun,” Tony tells her as he flicks the paper football, only for it to land a few inches in front of him. “That was terrible—now you have a chance to win.”

Nebula picks up the football and puts it between her index finger, her face set in concentration as he holds it for a few seconds before she flicks it. It sails through the air and over Tony’s hands, landing on his lap.

Fic Masterlist (WIP)

Chapters: 

1. Stranded  / 2. Home / 3. No Trust

 Marvelous-Writer | Masterlist

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Finals and Sleepless Nights

Blipping Back to the Future

Not So Super Side Effects 

Caught Red & Blue Handed

I made fanart for my fic “Lost in Space”.

 

Summary: Peter cuts himself while chopping pumpkins, resulting in him needing stitches—the problem being that he has a major fear of needles.

OR

Peter’s phobia of blood causes him to faint and Happy never wants to look at a pumpkin ever again.

even spider-man needs a sick day

One moment, the team is sitting around in the living room, enjoying the peace and quiet while Sam, Clint and Bucky sit around the tv playing a video game, until the Avengers emergency alarm goes off, engulfing the room into chaos.

I have to ask... IS THERE ANY UNIVERSE WHERE TONY STARK DOESN’T DIE AND HE LIVES HAPPILY EVER AFTER WITH HIS FAMILY AND HIS SPIDERSON?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! 😭😭😭😱😱😱

Whenever I’m With You... I’m Home

Peter is taken out of his light doze from his bedroom door slowly creaking open as Tony comes in.

“Sorry, Pete,” Tony apologizes with a wince. “I have to fix that thing.” He says as he walks over to the side of the bed and places a mug of steaming tea down on the nightstand--Peter’s favorite Mandalorian mug Tony gave him for Christmas last year.

“No… I kind of like the squeak. It’s… homey.” Peter says.