Iron Fam One-Shots

... BatFam?

Hi hello
Number 1: I am so unbelievably sorry for disappearing I genuinely have had typical FanFic Author's Luck lately, I'll spare you the boring details that probably mean nothing to you and simply blame the fact that I have also had absolutely ZERO inspiration to continue this as I've been working on my own original projects. (Like mermaids? Like dragons? Like vampires and werewolves? Like superheroes? I've got a WIP for you)

Number 1.5: I started this when I was like. 16/17 and uh I just turned 22. Holy shit. I like going back and rereading my earlier stuff bc it's nice to see how much my writing style has changed. It's like a time capsule.

Number 2: this is semi based on the post I saw on Tumblr by gaddaboutgriffon, although their post was very specific about the situation, and mine is going to be different. I'd never seen anyone bring up Peter getting shoved into the DC universe before and as I love both, 100% ofc I had to run and write it!

Warnings:
Normal superhero shit

Ships:
Nope

Peter

I land hard on a rooftop, staring up at the gray sky in front of me. A shiver runs down my spine as I sit up, looking around. I don't recognize the skyline, the buildings are wrong, the sky is too gray for New York, not with the August sunshine we had less than two minutes ago.

"Strange?" I call out, careful not to be too loud. I know he was trying to get that cube— where did he send me? "Karen, where am I?" I'm met with silence as my heart speeds up. "Karen?" I do everything to bring her up to no avail. Did Strange figure out a way to disable her? No, he doesn't want me dead or lost— he just wanted me to stop. He knows Karen controls aspects of my suit and everything, he wouldn't disable her on purpose, right?

Okay, Peter. Think.

You're in a strange city, your AI is down, you have no idea where you are. What do you do? Go to a gas station and ask where you are. Wait no— I'm in the suit. I don't have to go to a gas station, I can just walk up to someone, everyone knows who I am. They'll assume that a bad guy got me lost.

I swing down from the rooftop and land in the street. Weird, not a lot of people out and about.

"Now what the shit is this?"

"Oh thank God I'm still in America—" I sigh and turn towards the cop. "Officer!" I walk towards him. "Excuse me, sorry, I was just in Manhattan fighting— and I seem to be lost— where am I?"

"...Gotham City."

"Fantastic— what state am I in? Is New York close to that?" He raises his eyebrow, reaching for his radio.

"Dick, you're gonna wanna see this." I smile awkwardly even though he can't see my mouth. Karen isn't working, and therefore the controls of my suit aren't either. "You don't know where Gotham is?"

"Uh— sir, you're city is very beautiful, but I attended public school, my geography isn't great, and I'm a little preoccupied trying to get back to the fight—"

"You've never even heard of Gotham?"

"Again, sir, I'm very sorry—"

"Okay, whats going on?" A very tall very muscular officer walks over. He then looks at me. "What the hell?"

"I— I'm so—"

"He says he's never heard of Gotham." The taller one raises his eyebrow.

"Never?"

"Look— I'm so sorry, but I need to get back to Manhattan, I was in the middle of a fight—"

"Who are you?" I blink.