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.

Blipping Back to the Future

Peter splashes cold water on his face to clean all of the dirt and blood off, watching it all swirl around in the sink’s drain before it goes down. He blinks a few times, droplets of water falling from his eyelashes as he turns the water off, standing a little straighter to look at his reflection in the small mirror hanging on the wall.

He looks like shit.

Bruises and cuts litter his face and he can see the beginning of a black eye forming around the corner of his right eye judging by how red and puffy it is. The fight against Thanos and his army really did a number on him. His whole body aches terribly, especially in his arms and legs, and not to mention the horrible headache he has from all of the blows he took to the head.

But he could care less about himself right now.

All he cares about it Tony.

I'll be your light to guide you home, safe and sound

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Peter slams into the blue padded mats in the Compound’s gym with a gasp as he feels the air leave his lungs from the force of it, looking up at the ceiling as he lays on his back, trying to catch his breath.

Not good enough.

“You gave me an opening, Pete. You always have to protect yourself and be on your guard in a fight.” Steve tells him.

Peter weakly glares up at the soldier, who extends a hand to him. He closes his eyes for a moment before he pushes himself up to his knees, ignoring Steve’s hand. They’ve been training for at least two hours now and Peter has been knocked down by Steve countless times now.

A Hawk and a Spider

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“Those cowards,” Clint’s voice comes over the comms. “Guys, we have to get the hell out of here. They have a timed explosion that’s going to go off in a minute.”

Peter’s eyes widen beneath his mask as he looks at Tony.

“Shit. Can you disarm it?” Tony curses as he glances around the dark warehouse space.

“Already tried. Whoever rigged it is a knows what they’re doing.”

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.

Web Blocks & Head Knocks

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It’s close to eleven-twenty in the evening as Peter webslings back home, to his new home in upper Manhattan at Happy’s new apartment—the Parker-Hogan residence. And for once, Peter is actually on time to meet his curfew with ten minutes to spare.

The night has been very slow with little to no crimes, a little unusual for a Saturday night in New York, but he’s happy and grateful for it. He webbed around the city, helping out where he could by helping out a few tourists with directions and recommended places to eat, he helped an older couple bring their groceries up to their floor in their apartment building, he helped a girl around his age get her car back up and running where it brown down on a dark and quiet street, as well as stopping a few robberies here and there.

All in a day’s work for your friendly, neighborhood Spider-Man.

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.

Faint Now Or Forever Hold Your Peace

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“I’m so s-stupid. S-So...so... stupid.” Peter mumbles to himself as he crawls through his bedroom window, clutching at the steadily bleeding stab wound on his side.

Going out on patrol tonight— of all nights —was a mistake. Between patrolling and all the last-minute preparations for May and Happy’s upcoming wedding, the stress and lack of sleep are really starting to take a toll on him.

Nailed It

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A nasty thunderstorm came in during the night and ended up taking down a few tree limbs, as well as quite a few shingles from Gerald’s shed (almost wiping away half the roof), thankfully not hurting the poor alpaca in the process but it probably gave the poor guy a scare.

Peter has been helping Tony repair it all day and going to the hardware store to buy some supplies needed for the job. And so far, they’re doing pretty well. Gerald has been granted the ability to freely roam the yard, much to Morgan’s joy and Happy’s disappointment. Happy and Gerald don’t quite see each other eye to eye, especially with how the alpaca bares his teeth at him every time he goes near him. Gerald even went as far to ripping a chunk of Happy’s tie straight off him one time.

Not So Super Side Effects

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“Just—you have to sit still, Pete.” Tony says, a hint of frustration in his voice as he tries to adjust the pillows behind Peter’s back on the chaise section of the couch as the teen squirms in his seat.

“But I’m so sick of sitting around all the time. I have things I need to do!” Peter whines as he throws his arms out to his sides.

“Not with a broken leg you don’t,” Tony says, gesturing to Peter’s right leg that’s encased in a navy blue cast, propped up on a thick throw pillow. “If there’s anything you need, you let me know and I’ll get it for you. No putting weight on that leg—doctor’s orders and I know you don’t want to make Bruce angry.” He adds with a hint of sarcasm.

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”.