I'm Here
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  • Reads 88,485
  • Votes 2,727
  • Parts 19
  • Time 3h 6m
Ongoing, First published Jul 24, 2018
Peter Parker, a.k.a Spiderman is dealing with some problems after the homecoming event. He didn't know how to ask for help and who to ask for that help. Good thing Tony Stark is here to help out. So, what would happen if both of them realized that they cared for each other like a father and son and started to live their life as one? What would happen when an old teammates suddenly barge in their life? What about that new kid that Peter knew from his childhood? Most importantly, why is Vulture here?

This is my first Spiderman's fic, well Marvel fic.


This story is also available on AO3, my username is Aiden_Hunter
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