PeterxNed One-Shots

It's Been A Long, Long Time

I never imagined myself being so happy, feeling so fulfilled. From a young age it's been hell. At this point there's really not a great way to describe it. Starting at age ten, a meer decade of existence brought opon trauma like no other. Losing my parents, the two people I've always trusted, simply pulled from my grasps. My Aunt and Uncle were always there for me, she really didn't have an option. That year I didn't have hope or a light. Fortunately the universe felt the need to balance out the bad. I met Ned that year, he was the one person that didn't treat me different and didn't pity me.

But the Universe just decided to punch me in the gut a few years later. Ben was now gone this time not being pulled from my grasps, I could have saved him. A few days later I was bit by a radioactive spider, which you think would be an amazing life changing experience but it made me realize how easily I could have saved Ben if the field trip was three days earlier. The powers I possessed brought me a new sense of worth, for the first time in years I didn't have to carry around an inhaler.

I could stop a train with my bare hands, I felt unstoppable. All that power brought a need for responsibility, I needed to help the city and defend the little guy. Spider man wasn't an amazing emotional outlet but it got the job done, it also brought along Tony Stark. To the world he was a genius playboy philanthropist but to me he was like a father. Tony Stark made me a better Spiderman, gave me a new hope on life.

I loved him and the few short years I knew him were some off the best years. Tony brought me to the Avengers, which gave me life long friendships and a new family. In those three years I even started dating Ned, introducing him at Steve and Bucky's wedding was one of the most embarrassing yet hilarious moments of the year. Aunt May got promoted and she even found out about Spiderman and took the news pretty well. It all seemed to be going to great, if I knew anything about Peter Luck then something bad was bound to happen.

And well I really jixed myself. The Blip or dusting stills causes nightmares every now and then. I lost Tony, I lost my dad, I watched him die when I could have easily saved him. The cycle just restarted again, I love and I lost. I lost Natasha who was basically my Aunt, who helped me with nightmares and PTSD. A strong woman that was always an amazing role model for young impressionable 16 year old me, other than the whole assassin thing.

I lost Steve and Bucky, the couple I've looked up to for years. They both went through so much and the trauma they both possessed was unimaginable. Yet they always seemed happy, they really loved eachother and comforted eachother. They showed me what a relationship should be like and for that I'm grateful. Then mystio was a roadblock only tearing up barley healed wounds. Those nightmares will never go away.

The past ten years have been the definition of Peter Luck. How everything that could go wrong most definitely will. My whole life I've viewed my luck to be a negative predicament. However when being held in Ned's arms while the speaker plays soft jazz music and the rain pitter patters against the roof, I feel it has brought me to a happy point in my life.

We stood in the living room with the furniture pushed back so we could dance of course. Our bodies pressed closely together, my face fitting perfectly in the crook of Ned's neck. His arms wrapped around my body, resting in the small of my back. Song after song played as I tried to drown out the sound of the thunder. We swayed to the music as I interlaced our fingers. My ears instantly recognizing the new song playing, Steve and Bucky's song. The loud trumpets hummed throughout the room and made my heart swell. I peered up into Ned's eyes, we both seemed to recognize the older song. And I'm not sure what it was but Ned just looked absolutely beautiful in this lighting. It was mid fall and the sun already started to set even at such an early hour.

The falling rain seemed to only amplify the dying sun, creating a beautiful shining affect that hit perfectly on his golden brown eyes. Pools of honey that made every part of me weak. Ned just smiled and lightly kissed my forehead, a feeling even after five years of marriage I'll never get used too. I couldn't help but just let out a small giggle, something I swore not to do after middle school.

The thunder continued as the sun disappeared into the night, leaving the room a little dim. But I don't think Ned minded the darkness, especially when we were holding eachother. I could feel my heart rate quicken as the thunder became more visible to my senses. Each loud crash only causing more panic.

"Hey it's must some thunder, you've faced aliens and crazy geniuses so I think you can get through it." Ned's hushed voice reassured and as cheesy as it sounds, his voice has always helped me calm down. But that doesn't mean I'm not going to sass him.

"Yeah whatever nerd." I muttered into his neck sarcastically, earning a small laugh from Ned. "Dork" Ned shot back as he flicked my ear. I faked a sense of pain and pouted. I leaned in closer and just sighed, God I love him.

"Do you remember the time when we stayed at Clint's house-" Ned wouldn't even get the chance to finish before I started cracking up at the memory.

"Yessss and we thought it was a great idea to sneak the horse stalls to makeout and then-" I couldn't stop laughing, I was particularly about to fall over.

"And you fell over into the stall that was absolutely filled with shit and all the horses freaked out and everyone came running out with their weapons because they thought someone had found the safe house!" Ned yelled out through laughs just dying and I couldn't help but curl in my lips into an unamused face.

"Language." I spat out dramatically while folding my arms over my chest. Ned just smirked and playfully rolled his eyes. "Steve Rogers who?" Ned muttered in a bittersweet tone. We both miss Steve, he was such an amazing friend and such an important part of the dysfunctional family.

"Have you talked to Mj lately?" Ned asked softly while pulling me back in while we swayed to their song. Mj now lives in Wakanda with Shuri both running a country while simultaneously working around the world to spread technology and work out peace treaties. In similar terms they are planning world domination and I'm here for it. I always new Mj would be some type of political figure/ advocate, she was made to be a queen.

"Yeah Shuri said they are really busy with a technology trade with Singapore but they want to come up for Christmas." I sighed, I really wish we could see eachother more often. Being an adult is kind of exhausting.

"Well I'm sure the trade will be over in two months, just enough time for them to come up, Morgan already said she has winter break from M.I.T and will spend it with us." Ned relayed the exciting news and I just smiled, I truly can't believe Morgan is 18 already.

"Really? Ughhh we are so old Ned, Morgan is 18!" I cried out and shoved my face into his chest. Ned just chuckled and kissed the top of my head.

"We are only 27, that's really not that old dude." Ned teased while poking my cheeks, I just sighed dramatically.

"That's pretty old, oh I forgot to tell you but I think Bruce and Thor are coming to visit during Christmas week as well." I watched as Ned just smiled brightly.

"I still can't believe I'm having God of Thunder and the Dr. Banner come over to my husband aka Spiderman's house for Christmas with the two queens of Wakanda and Tony Starks daughter!" Ned was fanboying and you'd think after almost 15 years of knowing these people he would not be so star stuck. But I still thought it was cute that he was fanboying.

"You're so cute." I mutter softly while Ned plays with my brown locks of hair. If I could tell fifteen year old Peter right now that this is were he would be in the next decade then well younger me would have relaxed a little bit. Because even with the decade of pure hell, a whole decade of pure bliss happened to make up for the pain. What I'm trying to convey is that things do get better, trust me. I've lost so many but with that loss I also gained the love of my life and the amazing family I have today.

"I love you."

"I love you too"

A/N: As you can see I am not dead! Sorry that I pulled a Loki on you guys and died for like two weeks