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Why not? by Darelays
Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies)
04 Oct 2025
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The Avengers find an orphaned Peter Parker at an Oscorp Research Facility, and after they help each other escape, Tony decides it's probably a good idea to take him home and have him pretend to be his son in an undercover scheme to expose Norman's crimes. Irondad/spiderson
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19 Oct 2025
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Return to me, the one I love so endlessly by SuperHeroTiger for LBIGreyhound13
Fandoms: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe
04 Apr 2021
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James Edwin Stark was born on the 10th of August 2001, and for the first time in his life, Tony Stark cried tears of joy.
All the fears, all the dread that had once consumed his soul washed away with a single look at the baby’s gentle features, so familiar and yet so distinctly unique at the same time. Tony made many promises that day. Promises to love his son, to protect him, to always be there for him.
On the 10th of August 2002, James Edwin Stark was stolen in the middle of the night, and his father’s world came crashing down. Shattered and alone, Tony whispered the same promise he’d made to his son the day that he was born.
‘…My love for you is endless…’
Fourteen years later, hidden away from the world in a forest of pine, Peter Beck would dream of a day he might get to see the towering city of New York. And when a wounded stranger stumbles onto their property a week out from his birthday claiming to be a famous billionaire from New York, his dream might just come true.
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04 Oct 2025
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homecoming by deadvinesandfanfics
Fandoms: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Spider-Man - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe
21 Oct 2025
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The apartment was smaller than the word apartment deserved.
Calling it a box would have been more honest. Four walls, a ceiling low enough that Peter felt like he’d bang his head trying to stand up from unpacking, and a window that technically opened but jammed half the time. The place smelled faintly of mildew, maybe because of the carpet - or maybe because this whole building had given up on life a few decades ago and was just waiting for someone merciful to bulldoze it.
He told himself it was fine. He told himself worse things had happened. Which, technically, was true.
That didn’t make him feel any better.
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28 Sep 2025