Note- I'm so sorry this took so long to post, but I've been having a severe case of writer's block on this story. I've decided to chop the long one-shot I was writing into smaller pieces so you could read some of the darn thing already! What I thought would be a one-shot roughly about the same length as the first one I wrote was quickly growing larger and larger on me. So, I figured posting little bits of it would help determine how you felt about the story. Still interested? Moved on? Let me know. Enjoy!
A Gentle Soul
Peter Parker was a gentle soul.
Tony Stark had learned over time that Peter didn't like to fight. In fact Peter liked to avoid fighting if possible. Tony often wondered what Peter's life would be like if he hadn't been bitten by a radio-active spider. He found that what he imagined was a boring life filled with no excitement whatsoever for Peter Parker. Hell, he may not have even met Tony and that was something to be mourned. He knew Peter didn't really enjoy fighting, though it was obvious he loved the web slinging about the city part.
Peter however did like to help others. He risked his own life for the safety of New York and everyone in it.
He always moved so gracefully in his Spider-Man persona. He enjoyed watching his movements while he was Spider-Man. It felt like a privilege to know who he was really watching, for soon after he would be Peter Parker again. That's not to say he didn't appreciate Peter Parker just as much as he did Spider-Man. No, he never forgot who his young man really was and he valued every nuance of his being.
Tony left his musings and turned to look at Peter, who was snoring softly at his side. A smile touched his lips ever so slightly and the sight of it made a smile start on his own face in response.
Yes, Peter Parker was a gentle soul and Tony was thankful everyday for having him in his life.
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