Hallie Keener x Peter Parker fanfiction
Hallie & Harley Keener twins
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When tragedy strikes and a fire claims the life of their mother, 13-year-old twins Hallie and Harley Keener are left with nothing but each other and the weight of their shared loss. Tony Stark, the billionaire genius who once crossed paths with Harley, steps in to offer them a home in the Avengers headquarters in New York City. But life in the big city isn't as simple as it seems.
Harley, the optimist and budding engineer, is eager to embrace the opportunities Tony's world offers-tech labs, city views, and the chance to learn from Iron Man himself. Hallie, however, struggles to adjust. Sarcastic and guarded, she clings to the life they left behind in Tennessee, resenting the abrupt change and questioning Tony's intentions.
As Hallie grapples with her grief and identity, she finds an unlikely bond forming with Tony, a man who understands loss more than she expected. Between navigating their new lives, finding strength in sibling hood, and encountering a web-slinging teen who might just challenge Hallie's closed-off heart, the twins' journey is one of resilience, healing, and discovering that even in the shadows, there's a spark waiting to ignite.
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BOOK #3
He's like a storm-unpredictable and dangerous.
I knew he was a sick bastard when he smiled after I hit him the first time.
Annoying and obsessive, that's what he is.
I sensed it early on, but I didn't realize just how deep it ran until his obsession latched onto me.
Until I became the center of his world. Until he started flashing that smug, crooked smile my way.
But we can't... we're not supposed to be together.
We're polar opposites-existing in the same world, but never meant to collide.
Yet, he's ready to tear down everything for me.
But it's not that simple. My brothers are monsters. They'll kill him.
And still, he doesn't care.
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Glasses perched on his nose, calm and collected.
Exactly my type.
I knew he was meant to be mine the moment our eyes locked, that intense gaze pulling me in.
And I'll have him, no matter what it takes-by any means necessary, even if it costs me everything. I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him until neither of us can breathe.
But why is it so hard? Why does the world push back so fiercely when it comes to him and me?
I want him. And I will have him.