If we’re gonna be friends, we gotta establish some ground rules.
i. My main portrayal of Peter Parker is based off of Marc Webb's The Amazing Spider-Man. I don’t have expert knowledge of the comics and I won’t pretend that I do. (Reading them right now as we speak though).
ii. This is a private blog, meaning I will only RP with mutuals. Even then, I am very selective - please don't take it personally. I usually only follow back people that I can foresee having a future interaction with.
iii. Paras, novellas, one-liners: you name it, I can probably do it.
iv. I love to ship (like, alot), but I will never force a ship on you. Likewise, please don't force a ship on me. Chemistry & build-up is key!
v. I don't do smut/nsfw. If anything, I will probably fade to black if it comes up.
vi. This blog is OC/AU/Multi-verse friendly!
vii. I am prone to winging it and random plotlines. If you want to start plotting, don't be afraid to approach me about it!
viii. I'm terribly disorganized so slow or lost replies are going to happen eventually. Sorry 'bout that, just bare with me!
ix. That being said, I also reserve the right to drop a thread if I feel that it has run its course, but don't be shy to start plotting up new ideas with me!
x. I track #amazingarachnid, my askbox is always open, and my skype is available upon request. Don't hesitate to come talk to me about plots/ideas/whatever!
ABOUT
Name: Peter Benjamin Parker
Aliases: Your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man, Spidey, Webhead, Webslinger, Wallcrawler.
Age: 20-years-old.
Gender: Male.
Height: 5'10" | 177cm
Weight: 167 lbs | 75kg
Occupation: Freelance photographer for the Daily Bugle
Education: Biophysics major at Empire State University
Powers: Superhuman strength, agility, reflexes, durability; spider-sense, ability to cling to most surface.
Equipment: Artificially-created web-shooters with special adhesive properties.
Interpretation
These are my goals for portraying my main-verse, MCU!Peter as humanly canon as possible. For this, I have drawn from various sources including both the TASM movies; comments from Marc Webb, Stan Lee and Andrew Garfield; as well as elements from the 616 comics and my own interpretation of Peter Parker.
bent, not broken
Peter Parker’s life is shrouded in equal parts secrecy and tragedy. The mysterious circumstances of his parents’ deaths left him a lonely childhood laced with anxiety and hardship. However, no amount of isolation could extinguish the compassion, wit and intelligence he carries with him throughout his life. His ability to crack a joke in the face of danger says a lot about himself as a person—playfulness is in his nature.
His years of being a social outcast result in his individualistic, loner style. He seeks friendship and affection, but is painfully shy when it comes to actual human contact. As someone who spent a majority of his life being bullied and feeling rejected, he yearns to find his place in the world. Any attempt to interact outside his comfort zone would be tentative at best, but fueled by a hidden desire to feel accepted.
with great power
Upon gaining his powers, Peter was finally living the dream of being stronger; being free from the human limitations he was born into. But when he subsequently loses his beloved uncle, it instills an indomitable sense of justice in him. Peter finds the courage to use his powers for good, and that speaks volumes on the kind of person he is: when the world has taken everything away from him, he still chooses to believe in good and fights for it, even if there is a cost. Above all else, he wants to do right by the world, and he is constantly reminding himself that doing the right thing is worth all the blood, tears and heartache.
When he puts on the mask and takes on the persona of Spider-Man, Peter lets his playful nature take over. He is no longer the achingly awkward, nerdy student; he is the quippy web-slinging vigilante protecting New York City. The mask lets out his lighthearted, lovable personality that has been dormant for so long. Spider-Man gives him the strength to express this more actively without the mask on in his everyday life.
haunted
Despite all his strength, his greatest fear is being incapable of protecting those he loves. He cannot bear the thought of losing someone else, and the deaths of those he could not save will be something he has to cope with time and time again. He carries that burden with him everywhere he walks. New York City is a huge area, and Peter knows that there will be times when people call for help and he will not be around. He constantly dreads the idea that someone more powerful than he can imagine will come to take away everything he has left: and he will be cast back into unbearable solitude once again. This is one of his greatest motivating factors, so that this does not ever happen to him or anyone else ever again.
reckless, wild youth
Above all else, Peter is young, and always growing. He continues to change and shift, constantly coming to terms with his past and working for a brighter, safer future. So this is my baseline, the starting point for both him and I, where I hope to help Peter flourish in all of his masks: the hero, the everyday man, the muse, but always as a person.
Peter Parker and Spider-Man are one and the same.
Canon!verse. Peter Parker is a graduate of Midtown High and now attending ESU. Freelance photographer for the Daily Bugle by day, full-time web-slinging vigilante by night.
AU!verse. Still attending Midtown High. Still living in Queens next-door to a loveable redhead. Still best friends with a multi-million dollar heir. Still second best in his class. Still trying to figure out how this "hero" thing works. Any speculative events on Peter's future, as well as any alternative realities to the canon are also placed in this verse.
Avenger!verse. After being contacted by S.H.I.E.L.D, he's now the newest member of the Avengers, working on a provisional basis. Job description include team-ups, stopping extra-terrestial invasions, and buying groceries.
Silvered brows furrowed, brought together beneath consideration’s stave. Sokovia had cared little for the heroes of America, fighting instead with blood and innocent lives’ ruin where the West believed in suited saviours and holy, noble knights; his presence amongst them, counted erroneously amongst those to fight and live for the defence of all humanity ( a defender was he, a protector of Sokovian masses, but nevermore would he lay down his life for a construct of the unknown), had conjured no will to learn, no drive to remember, which ignoble saviours donned which tattered robe.
“Surprisingly, yes,” Pietro countered, accent thick and memories thicker at remembered Sokovia’s flight. “Or have you not heard of the fate of Sokovia? Continue with your spiel, no doubt I shall pretend to listen.”
Head bows in surprising remorse, his lips singed with the dry burn of an idea that he may have hit a nerve. He can feel disdain in the air, an eloquent reminder that he can still be one of the most out of place in the motley crew of self-proclaimed heroes; labelled as the loner more often than he would like. He recalls small details, enough to help him remember that not everyone could be as lighthearted as him when they have faced the horrors of war, terrorism and violence.
❝ Ah jeez I
—Look, I didn’t mean it that way. Sorry. ❞
james is naturally not a very trusting person; he’s quiet, reserved, and keeps to himself unless completely necessary. he barely even trusts his own system — the only solid reason that he’s doing his work under the canadian government is because he doesn’t want to get pinned under the law.
there’s… complications.
he tries to make the best of it. but with the government, resources are far from scarce, and that’s a privilege that james isn’t sure he wants to give up.
at the mention of poutine, he actually gives a little laugh. way to go, spider.
❝ HONESTLY, I’m so happy you guys figured out how to put cheese on fries.
'Betcha this is all part of the Canadian Master Plan. Win over their stomachs and you’ll win over their LOYALTY.❞
He paces the room, looking around with eyes filtering between burgundy and mahogany, realizing just how little he actually knew of James, glancing at him to watch cheekbones that could cut glass, the reserved eyes that held much more delicate info then poutine recipes.
“ WHAT’S spider man doing in Manhattan during this time of the year? Hasn’t been a lot of crime around — has there? “
❝ Nahhh
— I’m just tired of hanging ‘round BROOKLYN, decided to change it up today. I don’t really get time off — Well, I do but I’m spending it as S.H.I.E.L.D’s grocery list shopper. Who knew I had so much potential. ❞
nightmares had plagued her. was it not so simple? to close one’s eyes and see, reflected in the darkness, formless yet so clear — one’s own worst fears. painted in shades of grey as though the world were as colourless, when she could merely open her eyes and see the sky, blue as his eyes. it seemed to mock her grief.
had she not been responsible for plunging others into visions of their past? if not their past, then fabrications of the overactive mind, determined to reduce to a trembling figure, daunted by the shape of an average height woman, merely because her eyes turned red. ( she would become their fear, because she showed them theirs, wrung them out and laid them bare only for the experience to stay betwixt them. if they dared to tell others, they would only laugh; what woman has the power to dredge up secrets that nobody else knew? )
she deserves this, somehow. to find herself in the kitchen at an hour that had long passed, nursing a mug of tea that had long gone cold. if she only hadn’t told him to leave, he would be alive. if she hadn’t been so cruel, then perhaps ultron would not have been so persuasive. this is punishment. this is retribution for her actions. and wanda is certain – she deserves this.
pietro didn’t.
‘ is it? i had not noticed. i could not sleep. ‘
A nod, the tired lines on his face creasing in curiosity. Hazel eyes filter to the mug of tea gone cold in her hands, her voice carrying the bluest tinge of SADNESS when she speaks. His gaze flits back to her visage, and he almost regrets doing so. Pallid skin, eyes filled with greens and greys that it reminds him of flaxen hair. He can feel a stone drop in his stomach, and it makes him sick reliving the nightmares he had been woken up from. He blinks twice, trying to get rid of the trauma from his eyes before looking at her again, wincing when he does.
He notices now the fair skin she carried like porcelain, eyes frail and delicate like the rest of her appeared. The shade of her gaze is does nothing to hide the sadness beneath them. Morose and black like a FUNERAL.
She’s sad. He can’t initially put his fingers on it, but she carries a guilt not just emotionally, but physically as well. Her hands looked weighed down by an anchor, her face like glass and her voice a crystal that was ready to crack. She looked pretty, worn and delicate; but he was unsure, with the way her placid gaze carried experience far above what her lithe form suggested.
It’s relatively empty, the dim light of the hallways shivering into view when his foggy eyes look around. He’s walking around in a shirt and a pair of shorts, not bothering to cover up when he only planned for a small stint around the facility
Imagine his surprise when he actually ran into someone on such a jaunt.
It’s said casually enough, Harley clearly not being too upset about either factors. Not when he’s gained parental figures that truly love and care for him in a way his own parents never could. Even if Tony won’t admit it.
“ Tony took me in so you’ll have to take your complaints up to him. “
Curious eyes wander down to the Spider’s wrists, small hands reaching out to latch onto one and bring it closer to his own tiny form.
“ What, uh, what’d you use to get these to work? “
A nod, head tilted in curiosity and regret after hearing about his parents.
( Nice one, WEBHEAD. )
He’s brought back to the present when he feels agile fingers mounting themselves onto his web-shooters, bringing them up-close for examination to the boy’s DELIGHT.
❝ You sure you want me to bore you with the details? …Then again
—
you do hang out with TONY. ❞
he realizes then that his response was a little blunt, so he remedies it with an addition. it is, truthfully, not aimed to deflect.
❝ it’s no offence to you, really. i’m sure you’re a nice guy and all, but if we’re being honest? i just don’t trust them. ❞
He shrugs, understanding how it is. He still didn’t trust most of them with his identity, which had earned him the label of being a loner among them, despite his generally friendly attitude.
He gets it. He’s not like him. He can do good with or without an agency behind his back, and he’s smart enough to keep his secrets and protect the ones he loves. In a way, he can only wish so much on himself.
The vote of no self-confidence is quickly stored, fading just as fast as it arrived, and soon enough he finds himself talking with autopilot on once more.
❝ Welp, I tried—Wanna go make POUTINE? Is it a government secret because I can never make it look as good as it does on the internet. ❞
S.H.I.E.L.D’s interests obviously wasn’t the biggest thing on his mind when he came here.
a glance is spared upward; it’s brief before it drops back down to his desk.
❝ i’m aware. ❞
he doesn’t know if spider-man came here alone, or if there’s someone watching them. he doesn’t want to risk SHIELD getting their grubby hands on his work.
❝ and if it’s up to me, it’s going to stay right where it is. ❞
All he offers is a shrug. Personally, he found his work fascinating, but his supervisors didn’t want to hear hisopinion on the matter.
❝ To be honest, I dunno why they sent ME to talk to you ‘bout it.
They might’ve had the bright idea that my sense of humor might’ve convinced you to reconsider.
as the spandex-clad spider rearranges himself, james lets his attention drift back down to his worktable, where he closes his files and folders with a casual hum.
He nods, tilting his head as a slow, monotonous pause overtakes the masked spider, unusually quiet before speaking again, making his intentions honest and clear before they regress back to small talk.
❝ — The offer from S.H.I.E.L.D is still on the table, y’know.❞
the blonde snickers something short & snappy, mouth spread into a grin that edges on taunting. it’s a good thing spider-guy (no, spider-man) was on the other end & most likely, somewhere very, very far from her. across town maybe.
(by new york standards, that was practically SIBERIA or something.)
oversized sweater — SHIELD issued, simple & thickly knit — is tugged awkwardly around her lithe frame, edges folded under her drawn-up knees and around bony wrists. she feels almost at home, in her quiet little office (it was a really just a tiny cubicle). except, well, she’s got a new friend.
amusement settles against her words, in the fall and rise of syllables, and gwen’s completely up for his challenge. at least, that’s how she takes it.
❛ are you saying i’ve made a TERRIBLE mistake? because i really hope not. i don’t think i can just request to be assigned to someone else. take it easy on me, alright? just for a LITTLE while. ❜
He shakes his head, smiling like an IDIOT under the mask. He shoots a web, taking a short pull before dive-bombing down the rooftop, his SAVING GRACE the last bit of web finally catching its own length and pulling him up for anexhilarating swing.
Now he’s in his ELEMENT, hundreds of feet above NEW YORK CITY never felt more like home to him.
He’s already rounding the block on his patrol before he activates his comm again, surprisingly eager to respond, always a sucker for GOOD COMPANY.
❝ Easy? Alright, I’ll cut ya’ some slack. — Gotta warn YOU though, no one’s survived a round of 20 QUESTIONS with ME yet. Not even my boss, and he did the interview. ❞
