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  1. Public Bookmark 57

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    "Why does he hit us?" Peter whispered one night a few months after he entered the foster system, cuddling up to his brother on the top bunk of the bed they shared.  Harley rolled over and met Peter's big brown doe eyes.  Peter was only a month or so younger than Harley, but the kid looked like, well, a kid.  He was short and scrawny and had the most adorable set of eyes that only one person seemed immune to, their foster father.  Harley didn't have the adorable factor that Peter seemed to possess, instead, he was a few inches taller and lanky and had cold blue eyes that appeared dead to the world.  Harley closed his eyes and sighed.

    "Because he can," Harley said in a voice that relayed that he was simply tired.  Not the sleepy kind of tired, just the tired-of-the-world kind of tired.  Harley had been in the system since he was eleven.  Peter had gotten in two years ago when he was thirteen.  Both of their families had been murdered (Harley's by aliens and Peter's by your common mugger).  It had been one of the first things they morbidly bonded over, other than the abusive foster dad, of course.

    (And the secret vigilanteism because apparently both were bit by a spider at Oscorp.)

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    08 Feb 2020

  2. Public Bookmark 68

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    Peter lives in an abusive orphanage and gets an internship with Mr. Tony Stark. He's a cinnamon roll so naturally both Tony and the Avengers fall in love with him. Plot ensues.

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    08 Feb 2020

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    A rewrite to my forgotten fic
    https://archiveofourown.org/works/14774396

    Peter gazed out towards the glowing building just before him, its great size giving a sense of intimidation and intensity. He loved it. The splendor of it almost felt magnetizing what with the huge “A” glowing on the side of said building and the orange lights of the interior contrasting beautifully against the night sky.
    But Peter's just a kid from Queens. He has no business being here, a little sight-seeing couldn't hurt however. There was no one waiting for him back at home anyway.

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    20 Jan 2020

  4. Public Bookmark 85

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    “Kid,” Tony says. “If something is wrong, you need to tell me.”

    But Peter is half-asleep, dreaming of flying, of black tendrils covering his body, surrounding him, an ooze he scratches and claws at in a desperate attempt to free himself.

    “Nothing is wrong,” he says, except it is. Except he should have known it was the moment his suit turned black.

    He's made a terrible, terrible mistake.

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    Based on this anon prompt: “a certain well known space parasite makes its way to earth and weird things start happening to our poor, naive Peter Parker.”

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    17 Jan 2020