Sometimes, being half-spider was really inconvenient.
For one, Peter was acutely aware of bugs. Specifically flies. It was single-handedly the most frustrating part of being who he was, now, because Peter didn’t want to be aware of flies, he just was. His whole body hummed with focus when one strayed too close to him, and it’s especially irritating when he has bigger things to focus on (i.e., a gun being pointed at him) and a fly buzzes past.
Once he’d nearly gotten shot for it and had to explain to his incredulous mentor that it was the fly’s fault, not his. Tony still chewed him out, but there was this look on his face that suggested he thought it was more hilarious than anything.
(He was still pissed about Peter almost getting shot, though, don’t misunderstand.)
Love looks like an inconvenience. Love is messy and complicated and requires endless amounts of work from both parties. Love looks like long talks trying to work out a miscommunication. It looks like refusing to give up when everything feels more difficult than the start. Love looks downright painful because it’s choosing to put someone and their needs above your own.
Love isn’t easy. Love knows your greatest fears but refuses to use them against you. Love is confident. Love knows you and what you’re capable of. Love looks like choosing someone again and again and again.
Love is crazy difficult. Loving someone in any capacity requires you to give a piece of yourself to someone else and trust that they aren’t going to abuse that gift.
Because you know what? We’re not perfect. We make endless mistakes as people. We say things we don’t mean. We hurt people that we love even if that wasn’t our intention. We cause real damage to people that we thought we would go to the ends of the Earth for.
Love should be patient. BUT Love doesn’t always look patient. Sometimes love looks like sighs and tapping foots and words of frustration.
Love should be kind. BUT it isn’t always. Love also looks like lost tempers and words you wish you could pull back and unsay. Love looks like our words running through someone else’s mind on repeat and them questioning if they were true.
Love should not envy. YET we look at what others have and there is a sense of discontent that fills us. We think that if we had what they had our lives would be fulfilled and we miss out on the joy of our lives and what we do have because we’re too busy longing for what someone else has.
Love DOES not boast. Love is NOT proud. Love is not jealous. Boasting and pride points to ourselves. Love is choosing to focus on someone else. Love should never be about one upping someone else or bragging to make someone else feel bad about what they or their loved one doesn’t have. Who wins at that? No one.
Love does not demand it’s own way. We as people get trapped in wanting our own way. We want to do things our way or not at all. Love should not look like that. Love is open and accepting to what someone else wants or needs.
Love is not irritable and it keeps no record of wrongs. What’s the thing that you’re keeping in the back of your mind right now for just the right argument? Something like, “Remember three years ago when you told me you would take me to dinner for my birthday and you stayed late at work and we had to reschedule…” Love shouldn’t look like that, but sometimes it does.
Love does not rejoice in injustice but rejoices in the truth. Love NEVER gives up.
Love NEVER loses faith.
Love is ALWAYS hopeful.
Love ENDURES through EVER circumstance.
Love should look unshakable. It should look like seeing the best in someone and believing the best over that person even if they don’t believe it over themselves.
Love should look like stepping in the gap when someone is running on empty and standing in prayer for them and believing in faith for their miracle.
Love should look like someone not giving up on someone else when life gets tough because if they are hard to love then chances are good it’s a struggle for them to love themselves too.
So yeah…Love looks like an inconvenience, but I’d be willing to be inconvenienced by those I love any day because it lets them know that they are worth it. THEY matter. THEY ARE WANTED. What kind of message are you sending to those you love? Make sure it’s the right one.
“You know what I love about you most?” Peter asked laying against Tony on the couch after a bad outcome as Spider-Man.
“No, Petey. What do you love most about me?” Tony used the nickname Peter claimed to hate but both Peter and Tony knew he secretly loved.
“You never give up on me.” Peter replied quietly.
Tony’s heart warmed. He hadn’t known he could love a kid that wasn’t his own like he was blood but Peter had shown him that he could, “Never, Kid.”
Peter Parker walked into the Lake House and flopped onto the couch exhausted. He had survived his finals though and now he got to spend a whole week with the Starks. He was excited, but right now he was tired. He was just going to close his eyes for a minute. Yeah…Just a minute.
Tony Walked into the house from playing in the yard with Morgan to get her some water. He wasn’t expecting to find a sleeping Spider-Baby on the couch so soon. He must have gotten out of school early.
“Fri? When did Pete get here?” Tony asked quietly,
“About an hour ago.” Friday matched his tone.
“I bet he convinced himself he was only going to close his eyes for a minute.”
“Indeed.” Friday agreed as Tony pulled a blanket over the sleeping teenager.
I saw this on Facebook and had to share it!
You know those days when you just feel overwhelmed and you can’t do anything to fix it because you are overwhelmed? Yeah. I’m hanging in there though!
1. “You don’t get to say anything to me!”
2. “Excuse me?”
3. “How is this my fault?”
4. “I don’t want to talk to you.”
5. “Move out of my way before I make you.”
6. “That isn’t an option.”
7. “You aren’t going anywhere.”
8. “You aren’t the boss of me.”
9. “What gives you the right?”
10. “Do that again and you’ll regret it.”
11. “Leave me alone!”
12. “I don’t care.”
13. “Come back here right now!”
14. “Go. You go and don’t even think about coming back here.”
15. “Do I make myself clear?”
16. “Control your anger or you’ll have me to worry about.”
17. “What did you just say to me?”
18. “I didn’t ask you to do that!”
19. “Get away from me!”
20. “Let go of me.”
1. “You’re such a dork.”
2. “Get over here, you doof.”
4. “You’re so needy.”
5. “Kiss me again.”
6. “You’re so adorable!”
7. “Look at you… Goodness, you’re so cute.”
8. “I’m just so happy!”
9. “I can’t stop smiling.”
10. “I like that you make me laugh so much that my cheeks hurt.”
11. “You are being extra sweet today.”
12. “Oh, look at you!”
13. “Your eyes are so pretty.”
14. “I’m really happy that you’re here with me.”
15. “Thank you for staying with me.”
16. “I don’t think I’ve ever loved someone this much before.”
17. “I feel like I’m in the clouds when I’m with you.”
18. “You’re like my heroine.”
19. “I’m gonna tickle you if you don’t come over here.”
20. “My, oh my. You are such a beautiful creature.”
1. “No, please don’t take me away!”
2. “What was that noise?”
3. “Did you see it?”
4. “What’s in the shadows?”
5. “No, please don’t turn off the light!”
6. “I don’t want you to leave my side.”
7. “I can’t open my eyes, I don’t want to.”
8. “Don’t leave me!”
9. “Where am I?”
10. “Who are you?”
11. “Don’t leave me alone.”
12. “Get away from me!”
13. “No, please! No, no no no no no!”
14. “Don’t look.”
15. “Whatever you do, don’t open your eyes.”
16. “What’s happening?”
17. “Where did you go?”
18. “Is somebody there?”
19. “Somebody help me, please!”
20. “I can’t see anything!”
i’m always down for grandpa tony. 100000%
Tony couldn’t believe how time had flown.
Morgan was in high school, which Tony couldn’t begin to explain how terrifying that was. Every day she came home talking about a new technique they’d learned about in art class, splattered from head to toe in paint, but eyes shining with excitement as she talked about her passion. She’d graduate in a year, and head off to Bard College to pursue a degree in painting.
Where she got her artistic talent, Tony would never know, but he’d encourage her to do whatever she most loved. If that was painting, he’d give her every last penny to paint her next masterpiece.
(Of his totally unbiased opinion, every one of her paintings was a masterpiece.)
Peter was graduated thrice over, first from high school, then with a bachelors degree, and now a master’s, too. He was half-way through his Ph.D. in biochemistry, and Tony couldn’t be prouder of his oldest kid. Two years ago, he’d reluctantly handed his baby off to Michelle Parker, nee Jones, and a year and six months later, they gave him his first grandchild.
Something to repeat to yourself in the shower:
My stories are not for everyone.
My stories will bore some readers. Some readers will hate them. Some won’t understand, won’t connect the dots, won’t relate to the characters. Some won’t because they can’t, some won’t because they don’t want to, but most won’t simple because my stories just aren’t for them.
My stories aren’t for everyone.
My stories are for me.
And they’re for the readers who will love them. They’re for the reader who have already loved them. For the readers who will see what I see in them and feel the characters and the world the way I do. They’re for the readers who wanted these stories before they even knew they existed. They’re for the readers they’ll make smile, the readers they’ll stick with, and the readers they’ll save.
And just because my stories aren’t for everyone doesn’t make them worth any less to the people they are for.
Not everyone likes butterflies. Not everyone likes spiders. But the people who love those creatures more than anything else would lose a part of themselves if they didn’t exist.
So no, my stories are not for everyone. But that doesn’t matter.
Because they’re for someone, and to that someone, they’re irreplaceable.
Yess! I love this prompt. I took a little liberty and gave him a week not too dissimilar to the one I just had myself. I hope you enjoy!
To sum everything up: Peter had a long week.
While it was neither midterms, nor finals — which he learned last semester was hell incarnate, studying for seven different finals of varying degrees of difficulty while still being expected to exist as a normal, functioning human being — his professors had all collectively decided to give him one big fuck you. There had been two quizzes, three tests, and an essay due, all within three days.
When he hadn’t been frantically studying or writing, Peter was fast asleep, out cold in his private dorm room (funded by one Tony Stark), or stuffing his face with questionable cafeteria food. Food which only tasted good because Peter was too cheap to spend his dining dollars at the on-campus restaurants, so his body tried to trick him into enjoying his only source of food.
And it’s not as if Peter doesn’t enjoy college. He does! MIT was amazing, and he was learning more here than he ever did at Midtown. Sure, he knows a great deal of the material from working with Tony in the workshop, but there was still a thrill of new knowledge and new application.
But sometimes it really kicks him in the ass.
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