What makes a hero?

Making of a hero

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-man (Tom Holland Movies)

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Characters: Peter Parker | Spider-man, Steve Rogers | Captain America, Tony Stark | Iron man, Sam Wilson | Falcon, Natasha Romanoff | Black Widow, Clint Barton | Hawkeye, James Rhodes | War Machine, Happy Hogan

Tags: BAMF Peter Parker, BAMF Sam Wilson, BAMF Clint Barton, Captain America Bashing, mentions of violence

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Brief Warning: this has mentions of violence and crime as well as implied canon-typical violence. if these are one of your triggers, please proceed with caution <3 mental health is important! towards the end, there is slight captain america bashing but it does get better and is only touched on briefly

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The first time, Peter acknowledged himself as a hero, it was to a young girl, probably 6 or 7 years old. She had dressed up as Spider-man, complete with little homemade web-shooters made out of some hair ties and little kid ingenuity.

It didn't look anything like the real deal. Still, Peter couldn't help but be moved.

For the longest time, Peter had always called himself a vigilante. Definitely not a superhero. He wasn't an Avenger, after all. But seeing this girl, this kid, walk out on the streets looking like she had worlds to conquer, proud as can be, in her little homemade Spider-man suit, he smiled, tearing up a little.

Catching sight of him, she visibly lit up, like a kid on Christmas, and carefully waddled towards him, obviously afraid of destroying her outfit.

"Spidaman! Spidaman! Hiiii!" waving excitedly to him.

Landing on a spot beside her, Peter flipped off the roof. He said a "hey", expecting her to continue jumping excitedly.

Instead, she started to become shy. As if feeling a wave of nervousness, she suddenly stopped jumping and twisted her foot on the pavement shyly. "C-can I... ask you something... please?"

Crouching to her eyelevel, Peter reassured her. "Sure, kiddie. What did you wanna ask?"

"C-can I be a... h-hero... like y-you?"

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Sam was on his way to Peter's room, having been sent to call him down for dinner before he left for patrol. Strolling down the hallways, Sam hummed. Idly, he wondered what Peter's room looked like. Probably some Star Wars merchandise here and there. LEGOs on the floor for sure. Thinking of that, Sam couldn't help but shudder, looking at his bare feet.

He remembered the last time he accidentally got between Peter and his LEGOs. Let's just say, Sam already met god a few times in this lifetime.

Still, no matter what his imagination thought up, it wouldn't have prepared him for the real deal.

Peter was napping on the corner of his room in a web on the ceiling. Now, this was a relatively normal sight. You wouldn't be able to survive in the tower if you were always surprised at Peter's habit of sleeping at weird places.

What surprised him was Peter's room.

At the side, there was a neat and very obviously, well cared for display of various Star Wars merch and LEGO sets. Beside it was a display case of the Spider-man suit, holograms surrounding it. He must have been working on it before he napped.