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Requested by anonymous: hey there! i'm one of the people that reads your spiderson book, and the master chef one made me think about peter going on got talent, so could you do that if it's not too much trouble? maybe he can do acrobatics or something. thank you!
TW: Floof? Singer Peter. Dead May Parker, sorry :( Idk if I'll be able to do this request justice, sorry if I disappoint :(
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AUDITIONS:
"Our next contestant," Tyra Banks announced to the camera, motioning her hand towards a brown-haired, doe-eyed teen walking to the curtain, "Hello, Mr. Parker."
Peter looked up and smiled at her, "Hello Ms. Banks," he greeted softly.
"Just calls me Tyra," she said.
"Of course, Ms. Tyra," he nodded sagely.
"Well aren't you a polite young man," she teased, smiling at the camera, "How old are you?"
"I'm 18," he said, shifting on his feet nervously.
"Well, Mr. Parker, our judges are getting impatient," Tyra clapped a hand on his shoulder, "good luck."
"Thank you," he smiled sweetly at her and the cameraman, accepted the microphone given to him, and walked out to the stage.
"Oh my god, he is so cute," Tyra fanned her face, "Did you see his eyes?"
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Everyone applauded as Peter walked on the stage.
"Oh he's cute," Mel B said quietly to Heidi. Heidi nodded.
"Hello," Heidi smiled at Peter, "What's your name and how old are you?"
"Hi, Ms. Klum. My name is Peter Parker. I'm 18," he said, blushing when the audience cheered happily. He waved in tiny.
"Oh, you don't look 18," Howie said, leaning forward, "You barely look 15."
"I don't look that young," he said indignantly, forgetting his nervousness momentarily, "When I was 15, people said I looked 12, now when I'm 18, people say I look 15," he pouted, "Not fair."
Everyone laughed at that, many cooing.
"Don't worry, Peter," Heidi chuckled, "When you get older, looking younger than your age is a blessing."
"And where are you from?" Simon asked.
"I'm from Queens, New York."
Some of the audience cheered.
"And is there someone who's come with you?" Mel B asked.
"Um, no."
There was a slightly tense silence.
"May I ask why?" Heidi asked carefully after a moment.
"Oh, it's not that tragic," Peter waved his hands, "My parents are dead, so I lived with my aunt and uncle. Then they died too, so I got adopted."
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"And he says it's not that tragic," Howie shook his head and took off his glasses.
"And why hasn't someone from your adopted family come?" Simon asked, frowning slightly.
"Oh, I didn't tell them," Peter said, "They're, like, the best people ever, but they own a business, so they're really busy, I didn't want to burden them."
"I'm sure it wouldn't have been a burden," Heidi said, relaxing slightly.
"Now, what are you going to do for us today?" Simon asked, resting his chin on his intertwined fingers.
"I'm going to be singing Someone You Loved by Lewis Capaldi," Peter said, shuffling lightly on his feet.
"Well, Peter," Howie smiled, "the stage is yours."
Okay, this cover was so beautiful, I nearly cried.
Peter exhaled after the final note. He looked nervously at everyone when there was no sound.
Then, there was a sudden burst of applause. Everyone, including the judges, gave him a standing ovation, cheering and clapping.
"That was incredible," Mel B said after the applause died down a little.
"There was not a single note out of place," Simon said, "To think that you're only 18."
"That was beautiful," Heidi said, "The way you captured the emotion in every note, the way you sang from your heart, incredible."
Everyone turned to Howie, who stayed silent for two seconds, then said, "Your singing is great, so great that I'll," he jumped to his feet and pushed the golden buzzer.
"Oh-," Peter fell on his knees and covered his mouth, trying to hold back tears as golden confetti rained over him.
"You are going STRAIGHT to the live show," Tyra announced, walking to the stage. Peter murmured something that sounded like, 'Nothing about me is straight' but no one could be sure because of all the mayhem.
Howie ran to the stage and scooped Peter in a hug.
"Well done, kid," he murmured, patting his back.
Two other people then walked out from behind the curtain. Everyone silenced down.
"Black Widow?" Tyra murmured in her mic, "White Wolf?!"
"Well done, паук ребенок," Natasha Romanoff said in the complete silence.
"Aunt Nat," Peter exclaimed, pulling away from Howie and shooting off to hug her.
"How did you guys know I'll be here?" he asked, pulling away to hug Bucky.
"We're super spies and assassins, сопляк, of course, we'd know," Bucky teased, ruffling Peter's hair.
"Hold up," Mel B said in her mic, "How does Peter know you guys?"
"Remember that adopted family I told you about," Peter grinned, "It's the Avengers. I was adopted by Mr. Stark and Pepper."
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"WHAT THE FU-"
The camera cut off just as everyone descended in chaos.
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QUARTER-FINALS:
"Our next contestant," Tyra said to the camera, "Has won the hearts of people all over America with his soulful voice and beautiful eyes. Yes, it is, Peter Parker-Stark!"
Peter walked to the stage, waving at the people.
"Hello, Peter," Howie exclaimed, "How are you today?"
"Oh, I'm great, really nervous, but great," he nodded, pursing his lips.
"And what are you going to be singing for us today," Heidi asked.
"I'll be singing Far Away by Nickelback," Peter said, "I've brought a guitar too," he said, perking up and running backstage to retrieve his guitar. He set it on his shoulder and beamed at the judges when he was set.
"I've never seen a guitar like that before," Simon said, "What model is that?"
"Um, Mr. Stark made it for me," Peter rubbed the back of his neck, "According to him, no kid of his shall play the guitar that is not Tony Stark patented."
"It's beautiful," Mel B complimented, "I have a question, though," she continued when Peter nodded, "Why do you call him Mr. Stark?"
Peter smiled mischievously, "He always tells me to not call him Mr. Stark, so naturally, I do."
"Brat," a voice floated from backstage.
"Oh, who's there with you?" Howie asked, looking interested.
"Guys, come here," Peter called.
Sam Wilson and Clint Barton walked out, Sam slapping the back of Peter's head playfully when he reached him.
"The Falcon, Hawkeye," Heidi said with wide eyes, "It's a pleasure to have you here at AGT."
"Thank you," Clint smiled charmingly, "It's great to be here."
"Yeah, someone had to look after this brat," Sam huffed fondly.
"We'll let Peter sing now," Clint continued as if Sam hadn't spoken, "Rock this, Petey-pie," Clint pressed a kiss at the crown of Peter's head and pulled Sam with him.
"Well, the stage is yours, Peter," Simon said, smiling slightly.
Again, beautiful voice <3<3 Boyce Avenue never disappoints. Alejandro's voice is *chef's kiss*
Once the applause died down after the last note, Howie said, "I was afraid that because you had set the bar so high in your previous performance, you might not be able to live up to that. I was wrong."
"It was beautiful," Heidi said, "I know I said this in the previous performance too, but that's only what I can say to describe your voice."
"Incredible, show-stopping, lovely, gorgeous," Mel B ranted.
"I think it's obvious," Simon smirked, "It's a yes from all of us."
Peter clapped happily, thanking the judges.
"You're going to the Semi-Finals," Heidi grinned.
"Thank you so much," Peter said, waving at everyone and walking out. The camera cut off.
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SEMI-FINALS:
"Now, this boy has won the heart of millions around the world," Tyra exclaimed, "I'm sure I don't need to describe him any further. Please welcome, Peter Parker-Stark."
Peter walked in and the audience went crazy. Why? Well, have a look for yourself.
Peter walked slowly to the front of the stage, head bowed. When he reached the edge, he looked up, straight at the camera, and smirked. The audience cheered again.
He brought the mic to his mouth just as the spotlights focused on the live band behind him.
I still have goosebumps X_X
The camera zoomed out just as Peter was shrouded in darkness, the audience cheering wildly.
(A/N: It's getting repetitive at this point, let's just go to final reveal of winner)
Peter was standing beside Tyra, and on her other side was the other finalist Dan Brown (A/N: ;D).
"Alright take a deep breath," Tyra announces, holding a sealed envelope in her hands.
"The winner, of America's Got Talent 20XX is..." she paused for a few agonizing seconds, and Peter barely resisted the urge of shooting his web and stealing the envelope to see for himself.
Tyra opened the envelope and smiled, "The winner is none other than... our very own..." she paused again and Tony himself was getting agitated.
"PETER PARKER!" she yelled in the mic.
Peter completely froze. Then confetti flew all around him and he fell on his knees, hiding his face in his hand. A few seconds later, he felt strong arms wrap around him.
"Mr. Stark I did it!" he exclaimed, hugging him tightly.
"I'm proud of you, kid," Tony said warmly, his own teary eyes hiding behind his ever-present sunglasses.
The screen faded out after showing more of the Avengers crowding around Peter and the judges making their way to the stage too.
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A/N: I'm on a roll today, aren't I? B)