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Cuteness overload

Peter had braces.

Or, he used too when he was in his early teens (12-15s), the pictures are cute and awkward, curly haired peter parker smiling with a face full of braces, freckles here and there and a few acne.

Tony gets his hands on these pictures.

He frames them like a dad, he has one in the lab, one in the office and one in an extra room.

(Peter walks in to the lab and spots the photo, he goes red.)

Pepper has a photo too and in good motherly style, she’s done and gone framed it in her office so it’s the first thing people sees when they walk in.

(Peter goes : “Not you too!” when he walks in and sees it.)

When people ask.

The two say in unison.

“Oh that’s our son, he was so cute.”

Tony then proceeds to bombard said person with pictures of Peter all grown up now, he’s still in his teens, albeit entering the stage of adulthood.

Some photos are taken of Peter when he’s fallen asleep in the lab, others are him with the brightest grin ever.

Sure Peter is all grown up, his hair isn’t as Curly anymore and he’s not got as many freckles maybe he even has a few scars, he’s lanky and growing into his height, but Tony waves them off with the.

“He’s still my baby.”

As if he had birthed and raised Peter himself.

—

(Swooping in)

When the Avengers finally meet Peter, they assume he’s Tony’s biological son, with the stash of photos around and the way Tony can ramble for hours about Peter if you’ll let him.

Pepper is no better, she’s a mother bear.

So it’s the only logical conclusion right?

Then clint has to run his mouth and ask: “Hey, where are the baby photos?”

Tony tweaks. (Because he doesn’t have them.) He’s rushing to call may.

Avengers: huh, strange. anyway-

Natasha somehow gets her hands on peter’s baby photos because who else besides Natasha would figure out Peter isn’t actually Tony’s and is Spiderman? She would, she just wouldn’t tell the others.

Before Tony can get his hands on them.

May wasn’t that hard to convince either (A glass of wine, a few compliments and she was cooing about Peter before he grew up.)

Peter was a really chubby baby, turns out, (he thins out as he gets older) wearing captain america pajamas and somehow gotten into the flour.

The team watch in chaos as when Tony finds out Natasha has these

It becomes utter war.

They don’t know why the sudden two are leaping over couches chasing one another, or suddenly asking to ‘hand it over.’ But they can only presume it’s something super important and confidential.

It’s not.

(Watch Pepper jump in as well, telling Natasha she has every right to see these photos, Natasha relents to Pepper but not to Tony who’s still out the loop and growing more frustrated.)

Peter meanwhile is on the sideline’s mortified yelling at everybody.

May in the meantime has actually gotten use to Natasha’s company and started to like the assassin.

Tony: “This is my son, i’m very proud of my son.”

The avengers watching as Peter lifts a bridge about 5,000 lbs or 18,000.

-

Pepper: “This is my baby, i won’t let anyone ever hurt him.”

Avengers: Uhm???

As Peter climbs the scaffolding to a new skyscraper with his bare hands.

-

Natasha: “but if anything happened to him, i’d kill everyone in this room and then myself.”

Avengers: ???

Peter who, most definitely did not just stop Bucky’s metal, Vibranium arm with his own hand AND THEN PROCEED TO TWIST IT??

-

May: “Oh and this is peter when he was-“

Avengers finally understanding the ‘Peter charm’ after seeing the photos and having a moment with Peter. : “Ah”

Needless to say, Peter is still mortified, Tony is still fighting custody for those baby photos and Natasha is cackling at the chaos.

(May and pepper: “Girls night when?”)

So what happens to Tony’s lab in the end? When he finally gets his hands on May’s ‘Baby pete’ album, he copies, prints and frames each photo in that book in every room he has.

Peter avoids the tower for two weeks to come and MJ is just laughing at his misery.

-

(it’s sad that when Tony believes Peter is dead, he removes and boxes most of these photos except a particular one in his office.)

He doesn’t get to see Happy’s face upon seeing the photo and struggling to remember the curly haired boy who Tony loved so much.

Only placing Tony’s helmet over the photo because it gives him a headache and he can’t look at the kids face any longer.

Tony doesn’t get to see the boxes of photos decay and rot where he hid them, Peters face truly forgotten to the world.

Happy: “Hey when was this?”

Gesturing to the photo, Tony’s arm wrapped around Peter, who was smiling so brightly.

Pepper: “I’m, not sure..?”

Needless to say Happy keeps it only because it’s got Tony in it and Tony seems to be genuinely happy in the photo but he takes to covering one side of the photo at all times.

Not staring at it longer than he has too.

in another, another universe

im gonna call this arcane no angst universe

Inspired by Dr. Po-Shen Loh explanation of Euler’s identity. https://youtu.be/IUTGFQpKaPU?si=CgfuZ7vuyzFR21wX

Okay but like imagine the MCU version of this comic panel being Peter talking to Aunt May's grave because Peter Parker died with Aunt May and it's just Spider-Man now but when he meets The Fantastic Four he can go back to being Peter Parker....

I love how Spidey’s shirt is a reference to Blue Beetle since both characters were created by Steve Ditko

I must say, I have never felt so involved in a fandom before; I used to write for other fandoms on other platforms and while I did always have some type of communities there, it all was kinda isolated. Hence why I know shit about fandom discourse or why it's useless asking me about my "unpopular opinions" because fuck if I know what's popular.

But I still do feel like I miss out a lot, but now it's for the sole reason that half of the fandom spaces are banned/blocked in my country :D

Twitter? Banned. Tiktok? Banned. Discord? Banned. AO3? Banned. YouTube? "Slowed down" which essentially means it's not working as if it was banned.

And yeah, obviously I know how to use VPN or mirror links or boosters for YouTube. But it's just. Kinda exhausting, because they sometimes don't work due to my weak internet connection. Or aren't compatible with my university wifi. Or have time/traffic limit.

Also I have personal reasons to be cut off from offline fandom like conventions or cosplay fests, but you can add some actual bans/government pressure on there too, because they have been raided not once, some of them just stopped existing because of that.

So yeah. The world just doesn't want me to have a proper community (says Juju as they actively procrastinate creating art to be a part of said community).

I swear I am trying to write for requests and asks. I just feel my hands literally fill with lead after I write a proper non-rambling sentence. Have no fucking idea what's wrong. Although I have one suspicion and if it actually is connected to my periods... I'm gonna rage.

Don't remember what was the point or reason of this rant actually, maybe I got jealous of people mentioning having fun on discord when I literally can't access it cuz VPN is too weak to handle that. Eh. Doesn't matter in the end of the day.

Those Dadwing fics where Peter's, his son:

Peter: I'm 17, that's like practically an adult, and I've been a vigilante since I was like 14. I can take care of myself.

What Richard sees when looking at Peter:

Could you do “Why did you choose me?” for Parkner?

"Why did you choose me?"

Harley's head turns suddenly, the words registering in his mind but not fully comprehending.

In his defense, he isn't expecting that sort of question while they're standing in the canned vegetable aisle of the grocery store.

Harley had been in an intense mental debate between two different brands of baked beans when Peter said the words that still aren't making sense.

"To go... grocery shopping with me?" Harley asks slowly.

"No. I... to be with you."

"At the grocery store?"

"In this relationship."

Harley blinks, the confusion quickly shifting into concern and alarm. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong."

"Something's gotta be wrong if you're asking questions like that while holding a can of Del Monte corn. Which, maybe set that down before you crack it open." Harley gently pulls the now very dented can from Peter's hand, his touch slackening his grip. Harley intertwines their fingers. "Where's this comin' from?"

"There's a lot of corn in the world."

"...Yeah I guess so. Tennessee's more of a soybean state than corn, but I know there's the yellow and purple kind. Probably more. There's blue ones right? Because the chips are blue." He pauses. "We should get some salsa."

"Harley," Peter says, grabbing Harley's hand as he starts to drift towards the canned tomatoes. "There's a lot of corn in the world. There's corn on the cob and the kind that come off the cob in freezer bags and kernels that turn into popcorn—"

"I don't think I'm following."

"—and there's the kind that comes in the can," Peter finishes, breath heaving like he's just single-handedly fought of a whole hoard of aliens. "And... and the kind that comes in the can is tinny and it's submerged in water and you've gotta drain the water out and when you warm it up it gets hard but if you don't then it's lukewarm unless you put it in the fridge and have it cold but then the can is cold—"

"Peter," Harley says, grabbing Peter's face in his hands.

"I'm like canned corn. I've got all these extra steps and extra problems and extra baggage and trauma and you could have the corn on the cob or the frozen corn or anything easier than canned."

Harley stares at Peter, mind racing as it finally clicks. He runs a thumb over Peter's cheek and presses a soft kiss to his forehead.

"Corn on the cob's gotta be shucked. It makes a mess and doesn't always break easily and you gotta cook it and it doesn't taste the same if you boil it or broil it or grill it."

Peter's eyes go wide, clearly not expecting this response.

"Frozen corn's gotta be warmed up too. You can put it in the microwave but when you pour it, it's got boiling hot juice and condensation that spills on your hand when cut it open. And if you leave it in the fridge too long it gets stale and covered in frost and gets stuck together in one big ice-corn cube."

Harley taps his finger on Peter's chin, making a face like he's pretending to think. "And, y'know, now that you say it, I don't actually know how to make my own popcorn. I just get the kind that comes in the bag that you pop right into the microwave. I'm guessing it takes a lot of skill to not get everywhere and cook just right."

Harley smiles. "But I like canned corn a lot. It's reliable. You know what you're getting and you know it's gonna be good. And yeah, sure, cooking it might be a pain, but I don't see anything wrong with how it is. Just a spoon and a can of corn, juice and all."

Harley shakes Peter lightly by the shoulders. "I love you because you're you, Peter. Not because it's always gonna be easy. Not because you're the simplest choice. But because you're you, all of the tin and juice and inability to warm up."

Peter chuckles wetly.

"So you know what? Even if you've got more extra steps than the frozen corn or more problems than the corn on the cob or more trauma than the corn kernels — which, in my opinion, I think whatever that process is to turn it into popcorn is so much more traumatic than whatever you've got," Peter laughs again, "know that it's all worth it. Because I love you. And you're worth taking the extra steps. And you're also worth not taking any extra steps at all and just accepting who you are already."

He is approximately three apples tall