Peter Parker extendió la mano hacia Tony Stark, sintiendo cómo su cuerpo se desvanecía molécula a molécula. "No quiero irme", alcanzó a suplicar. Pero el universo no escuchó. O quizás... escuchó demasiado bien. Porque Peter no murió. Despertó en una ciudad de pesadilla, donde las sombras respiran. Su cuerpo y mente habían sufrido el impacto de llegar a un lugar desconocido, ahora era un niño. Sus recuerdos se retorcían como cintas viejas Algo había pasado pero no recordaba. El chasquido que debió matarlo... en realidad lo condenó a estar atrapado en otra dimensión, con ciudades y héroes de los cuales jamás había escuchado ¿quien es Batman? fue lo único que pudo pensar el ahora Pequeño héroe ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ la historia es mia , los personajes obvio son de Marvel y DC está historia tendrá irondad tnoyxthor brucexclark y muchas otras parejas y shipp más ©️

The voice on the other end of the phone had Tony grounded instantly. It was sonorous, warm, and held a hiraeth that the billionaire had never experienced before. "I decided to call." In which the first time you make skin-on-skin contact with your soulmate, streaks of color appear of the spot where you touched. Ironstrange and Spideypool, where Wade is 17 and Peter is 16. Mostly Ironstrange though. Please gimme your feedback! p.s. sorry in advance for this slowwwww burn. p.p.s. I obiously don't own these characters p.p.p.s. this is my first ever fic

Peter's been Spider- Man for his whole adult life, he's more often Spider-Man then he gets to be Peter Parker. His love life has paid the price, and he is fine with that. Really it's fine, he's not bitter he swears. Besides, who in their right mind has time for relationships anyways, what with working on his second PhD, the stark internship, and super heroing his ass off, by the time he has free time he's landed face first in a pillow. After he hangs out with Deadpool of course- he's part of that busy schedule too, their dinner's and patrols together or after hours video games and movies leave even less time for 'dating'. Or. 5 time Peter didn't take Wade's flirting seriously and the 1 time he had to.

"No, no Peter. You don't have to go on. Let's take a break." Wade said, trying to get Peter to walk out with him. "No I can do it. Just give me a second." Peter sniffed, the back of his hand wiping away fat tears dripping down his face. "I'm okay. Just sit down. We can keep going. I want someone to know. I want You to know." Wade sighed but didn't argue as he sat back down across from his Baby Boy before thinking better if it and moving over to be at the spider's side; a strong arm wrapping around the spider's Small form. "If you're sure." ____________________________________ Everyone is born with wings. The wings of a human have evolved for far more important reasons then just flying to travel and find their next meal. Now wings are everything. Everything from your wing size and feather color describes something about you whether its true or not. Doves, the jewels of society due to their beautiful white wings. They are pure, desirable and perfect. Crows, hated and judged because they're assumed evil and bad just because if a genetic out come of the color fare decides to give them. People who can't fly are a disgrace and unwanted. Believed they can't be good mate material because they can't participate in an instinct to dance with their potential mate. They are assumed to not understand how to nest, how to raise young.... Peter has wings....He used to fly. But that was a long, long time ago.

Wade doesn't think he can walk this one off. He's hurt and he isn't healing, he's confused and he doesn't understand. He wants Webs. He doesn't want to be alone.

Peter Parker had finally grown accustomed to being Spiderman but soon after a certain mercenary came into his life. Deadpool for some reason wouldn't leave the hero alone and often followed him while he worked. On top of that Peter had a new classmate named Wade who also never left his side. It seemed as though Peter would never be alone.

[Complete] Pseudo-Spider-Man shrugged Iron Fist and White Tiger off carelessly. "Well, then I guess my jobs done. Carry on Humphrey, don't let me get in the way of your own unaliving," Peter froze. He glanced up, wincing when his head twinged, and scowled skeptically at his cosplayer. Oh, it better not be... "Deadpool?" he muttered. _____________________ Peter's stuck in his civies during a bank heist and can't sneak away to get into costume. Even worse when he's taken as a hostage while the robbers demand Spider-Man and his team to show themselves. With the clock ticking down and a gun to Peter's head, he's team is forced to send in a replacement. Peter is not impressed, to say the least. [ULTIMATE SPIDER-MAN CARTOON] [One-Shot] Disclaimer: I do not own Ultimate Spider-Man or its characters. {COMPLETED}

What's that old saying... 'Secrets make the world go round'? Tony Stark has a secret. A secret he swore he would take with him to the grave, but when old faces start to crop up all around him, he can't help but wonder if he needs to come clean. **This is a HYDRA!Tony fic with a good splattering of Bucky Barnes later on. This is the first of 4 Christmas Binge Books. Enjoy!!**

"Dammit Deadpool! I told you to stop 'unaliving' my bad guys!" "Sorry baby, he was talking too much!"

Peter isn't the same after the events of homecoming. He covers this up very well however, he does it so well that not even Tony Stark himself can see how broken the kid is. That is until another disaster strikes, and Peter shows his true colors. The colors he tried so hard to cover up and hide. !!TRIGGER WARNING!! -Panic attacks -Self harm -Suicide attempts -Suicidal thoughts Info on updates: Once every few months, I'm not as inspired sorry.