Spider-Man/Moon Knight AU

Spider-Man/Moon Knight AU

sequel(?) to this post

co-written by @majorstumbles

w/c: 420~

warnings: none(yet), maybe count the ominous bird man. maybeee. he will be a legitimate trigger warning soon enough lmao

a/n: this was something that was so briefly discussed mid last year with stumbles who so graciously entertained the idea, and we recently started making new AU Marvel ideas and I proposed this one today. we will be writing together in the coming snippets of this story, soooo. Hope y’all eat well

Peter never wanted to be something like…*this.* He was bitten by a spider, got ONE ego boost and then someone that he loved more than anything is dead because he messed up the one time. Or had a bunch of tiny mess ups leading to one slightly larger mess up that got his uncle Ben killed. Either way, it’s his fault. 

He hates it. Hates the world for it, hates himself for it, hates everything that led to it and he genuinely feels so much hatred for fate that it damn near consumes him. 

It’s the night that Peter wakes up with a cold sweat. Or at least, he thought that he woke up. 

He’s 19 now, no longer 15, and living life day by day, nearly aimless if not for May’s gentle (but firm) encouragement for him to go to college. He doesn't enjoy it, but it's a distraction from his completely worthless life for now, isn't it? 

He’s been having…dreams. Sometimes it's nothing, but it's not ‘nothing’ if he knows that he’s asleep right? It’s something, a numbing lack of sensation that makes him wake up disoriented and confused. Sometimes it's everything, his senses overstimulated with something akin to blaring TV static but so painfully loud and piercing that he wakes up shuddering. 

It’s the one time that any sense is made in Peter’s dreams that changes everything. 

It was a dream within a dream, as he realizes later. It’s why even though he thought that he woke up, and instead of launching out of his bed because of how overwhelmed he was, he sat up in a desert, chest heaving and feeling like he was about to jump out of his skin. 

As he came to grips with this unfamiliar environment, Peter examined his surroundings. The sky was an ultramarine blue, the stars brighter than he's ever seen and the Moon looking like it was out of a movie, the sand a faint purple tone, lavender maybe? The sand doesn't feel quite like sand, doesn’t feel very coarse or grainy, but Peter’s mind is grasping at anything to make sense of the scenario. Where the hell was he?

And in front of him standing plainly in the sand, tall and overbearing, is the answer to his question in the form of the moon god, Khonsu.

Of course, Peter didn’t know that then, but he certainly would become aware in the coming days. Peter blanches at this freakish looking bird-man, who’s draped in traditional Egyptian garments and looking throughly otherworldly.

“Peter Benjamin Parker. You lowly, lowly little man. You can keep living like a sad human with capabilities thay you constantly keep under check for whatever less-than-logical reason, or,” the being remarks with his words laced with pity and sarcasm, “You could be more. For me. How does that sound, Peter?”