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[yes-i-am-happyaspie]

🎄 Friends!! My Christmas fic is posted. 🎄

Merry Stitchamas by happyaspie

No Archive Warnings Apply || Rated G || Word Count 6666 (😂) || Peter Parker, Tony Stark, May Parker, Bruce Banner, Minor Injury

Summary: All Peter wanted to was to cook May a really nice dinner for when she got home from her Christmas Eve shift. He'd thought it out and was excited to put it all together-- until the knife slipped and he accidentally cut his thumb. The good news is, he knows exactly who to call.

“Hey, Mr. Stark!” Peter greeted with as much enthusiasm as he could pull together given the circumstances. “I, uh, I know it’s Christmas Eve and all, but can I ask you a really quick question?”

[Exceprt Under the Cut]

Festive music was playing quietly in the background as Peter twirled around the kitchen. It was Christmas Eve and May was at work but that didn’t stop him from feeling overly cheerful. He’d decided days prior that the best way to start the Christmas holiday would be by surprising his aunt with a late dinner. He’d scoured the internet for recipes and spent the morning shopping for all the ingredients. It was going really well. There was a pie ready to go in the oven, a loaf of crusty bread on the table and a pot of warm broth just waiting to be turned into a hearty winter vegetable stew. All he had to do was cut up the vegetables, give them a quick saute and add them into the mix.

He started with the onion, taking his time to cut the pieces nice and even. When those had been set aside, he started working on the carrots and potatoes. The parsnips were next. He hummed along to ‘Santa Baby’ as he carefully chopped that up as well. It was all pretty easy until he got to the rutabaga. He was struggling to obtain an appropriate hold on the hard round waxy vegetable. When he was convinced he finally had it, he drew his fingers back and placed the knife against the root but it was firmer than he’d expected. He increased his strength, and he once again tried to press through the rutabaga’s tough exterior. That was enough to make a dent in it but he didn’t want to over do it. So, he decided that the best course of action would be to saw through it. He rocked the knife back and forth, each time with a bit more vigor but was getting nowhere. Eventually, he decided that perhaps it was time to employ his enhanced strength.

He pulled the blade out of the narrow groove he’d managed to carve and readjusted his fingertips to make sure they were out of the way. Then, with a grunt of frustration, he pressed down on the knife with considerably more muscle. However, despite his sticky fingers, the downward force caused the rounded vegetable to slip and the blade to hit the cutting board with an audible ‘clunk.’

Immediately, Peter knew something was amiss. The top of his thumb was burning, his heart was racing and his spider-sense was alight beneath his skin. He had to blink himself out of a daze before glancing downward to investigate. It took longer than it should have for him to process that he’d cut himself. Once he had, he shook his head to clear it further and began to think.

He’d not had a notable amount of first-aid training. But he’d had enough experience as Spider-Man to know that he needed to clean the wound and staunch the bleeding. He turned swiftly towards the sink, leaving little droplets across the floor as he went.

The warm water stung as it rushed past the affected area. Peter hissed and gritted his teeth as he forced himself to apply hand soap as well. Then once he was confident he’d rinsed it thoroughly, he reached for a wad of paper towels.

For a while Peter stood in the kitchen, applying and reapplying paper towels as the cut continued to bleed. Belatedly he looked at the clock, telling himself that if it didn’t stop in the next few minutes he’d call for assistance. Although he was fairly sure he wouldn’t need to. He had a healing factor and could see no reason why a small cut from a measly kitchen knife wouldn’t mend itself in an extremely short amount of time. Then again, he’d never tested theory.

Five more minutes passed, and Peter was still continuously swapping out makeshift bandages. He tried adding varying levels of pressure but nothing seemed to significantly stem the flow. Reluctantly, he collected his phone from the kitchen counter and allowed his good thumb to hover over his aunt’s contact information. It was still relatively early, and he didn’t want to disturb her at her job. That being the case, he sighed deeply and dialed Tony’s number instead.

“Hey, Mr. Stark!” he greeted with as much enthusiasm as he could pull together given the circumstances. “I, uh, I know it’s Christmas Eve and all, but can I ask you a really quick question?”

“Sure, kid. Go for it,” Tony said, followed by a deep chuckle that made Peter hesitate. He wasn’t sure of what sort of inquiry Tony was expecting. But he suddenly felt bad for not having anything more pleasant to discuss. However, no amount of remorse was going to alter the fact that he had to ask.

“Well,” he began, pausing briefly to nervously run his tongue across his lips. “With my enhanced healing, how would I know if something needed stitches or not?”

“Uh, by consulting a doctor, obviously,” Tony replied without missing a beat.

The comment was obviously meant to be light. But even so, Peter felt himself growing a little defensive. He was injured and as far as he was concerned he’d done the right thing. He’d performed what he felt like he could do on his own, then called an adult for help. “I am consulting a doctor! I’m consulting with you,” he pressed. “You have, like, three doctorates, Doctor Stark!”

Tony hummed in a non-committal manner. “I have four actually. But none of them are of the medical variety.”

Peter opened his mouth to retaliate, then paused while his brain automatically began to calculate the number of doctorates he was aware Tony had acquired. Mechanical Engineering, Nuclear Physics, and Robotics came to mind first. It took him a second or two longer to recall what the fourth one could conceivably be. He was convinced he’d known at one point and figured it made sense for it to be something math related; Applied Mathematics probably. Then a particularly intense pain shot through his thumb yanking his train of thought back on track.

“But you have field experience, right?” he belatedly inquired.

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The Art of Comfort

For #StitchmasInSeptember

This is my gift to @breakfastfoodclub for #StitchmasInSeptember! (Girl when you introduced yourself on AO3 i freaaaakkkeed) Enjoy hun!

~

“Cameron?” Kirsten yells. Running over to her partner, she sees the growing, dark red dot on his dress shirt. His hands are weakly trying to press on his fresh bullet wound, but sitting on the brink of unconsciousness, it is proving to be harder than he thought.

So, she puts her hands over his, pressing much harder than he is, and once her hands are there he folds his own over them. At this point, she finally looks up at his face… And bursts into tears.

Even in a dazed, pained state, he hates that he’s making her cry. His hand, with some struggle, comes up from her shaking ones and very lightly rests on the side of her face, and his thumb gently rubs over the tear steaks and stops the path of fresh ones. This almost makes her cry more, he can tell, but her breathing evens out and the trembling stops.

“Fisher’s coming,” she breathes. He nods, sliding his hand from her cheek to the back of her neck, tangling his fingers up in her hair, not only to comfort her but himself as well. He wants her there, around, he wants to touch her and hear her voice because it’s the greatest form of comfort he knows he’ll ever have the gift of having.

~

At some point, Cameron slips out of consciousness. When he wakes, it is caused by a mix of the loud clanging of his bed against the hospital floor while the nurses hurry him through the halls and one of his least favorite sounds in the world.

Kirsten’s screams.

He can’t hear much, or the best way to say it would be that he can’t comprehend much. It’s a big blur, like he’s underwater and she’s yelling at him from the surface. His ears catch his name, multiple times, along with sentences that sound relatively close to “I need to be there, he needs me”.

Of course he needs her. He needs her all the time, on a stretcher or on a couch, in a hospital or in the stitch lab. He just needs her, with a bullet in his gut or not. But of course he can’t say that, not only because that would require a long talk that involves (what he predicts) a level of heartbreak he isn’t prepared for, but also because when he opens his mouth, nothing manages to escape. Just strangled attempts at jumbled words.

The double doors to the ER open, then close, and he sees Kirsten fighting to get inside through the window. There’s nurses there, though, and they stop her. Cameron’s heart aches when he sees her face, fearful and crying.

He just wishes he could hold her, and tell her he’s fine. But he doesn’t know if he is or not.

~

After a few hours, a nurse finally comes out. Camille and Linus have already come, along with Maggie, and she managed to get Fisher to come with.

“Guests for Cameron Goodkin?”

Everyone looks up, panicked, but Kirsten shoves ahead of all of them. She is completely invading the personal space of the nurse, but she doesn’t even notice, looking at the young man whose name tag reads Doug expectantly, like his only job is to be telling her that the man she loves is alive.

“Mr. Goodkin is going to be fine. Dr. Kerry was able to safely retrieve the bullet without disturbing vital organs, but it was a close call. He is getting set up in a room as I speak, we’re going to have to keep him under observation for a few days, but overall he’s going to be fine.”

Camille puts her hand on Kirsten’s shoulder, feeling the blonde trembling under her hand. Her tall roommate is clearly shaken up, so she takes the liberty of asking what to Cameron is in. When Doug replies, without a second thought, Kirsten is off towards where she’s been told Cameron is being kept, charging down the halls of the hospital. Maggie and Fisher give a half-hearted attempt to yell after her, but they make no move to to stop her. They can hardly imagine how she feels right now.

She is almost sprinting down the halls as she follows the signs that tell her where Cameron’s room is. When she finds it, she enters, and finds him laying in a bed, unconscious, while another nurse is doing some finishing touches to the equipment.

The nurse tries to coax her out of the room, saying he isn’t quite ready for guests yet, but she blocks it out and pulls a chair so close to the hospital bed that they’re touching. Her hand darts out to the side of his face, brushing her fingers along his cheek, running them through his messy hair. The nurse leaves, and her hand glides down his shoulder, his arm, and threads her fingers in his.

“Cameron?” Kirsten squeaks. Its as if she thinks saying his name, talking to him, will make him open his eyes and call her Cupcake or Sunshine or Princess, or even Pork Chop.

He doesn’t.

In fact, he doesn’t wake up for awhile. And, Kirsten, in her emotionally distressed state, tells him everything. She hadn’t told him any of it, out of fear, out of worry, out of… She doesn’t know. She didn’t tell him because she didn’t know if she was ready for what would come next.

But “what comes next” is all she wants now.

So, she tells him that she loves him. She tells him that she’s been in love with him for awhile, how much she cares, how she will move into his apartment and never leave if he wants, just if he’d wake up.

It doesn’t work. She will get a few blips out of the heart monitor, so she knows he can hear her, and she keeps telling him things.

She talks about how comforting it is to have his voice in her ear during a stitch, how she loves it when he always makes sure she’s OK before he does anything, how when she’s in his arms she never wants to leave.

And eventually, after five days, five days of fantasizing about how their life together will be, Kirsten feels a twitch under her hand. And Cameron’s eyes slowly open, instantly roaming around the room to find her.

The sight of his green eyes is enough for her heart rate to drastically spike. For a moment, he wishes he wasn’t hooked up to the heart monitor so she couldn’t hear how quickly his heart started beating when he saw her.

“Hey Sunshine,” he says. It makes her feel warm inside, and her heart kicks up even more, so hard that her chest aches. She squeezes his hand, and to her relief, feels him squeeze back.

“Hi,” she sighs. It feels good to have this, the dialogue, the normalcy. She missed it much more than she could admit.

Then, she remembers the situation.

“Shit, I need to get a nurse.” So she fumbles around, overwhelmed, and presses the call nurse button right at his bedside and waits. He starts to grin adoringly, loving seeing her like this, flustered and caring.

“Stretch,” he whispers, reaching out to touch her arm. All of her movements are halted, and her honey colored eyes center on him. “Slow down.”

And for some reason, she chooses now, right in front of Cameron, to have another breakdown. Just seeing him makes her emotional, thinking of how she could have lost him and seeing him look at her like that.

He doesn’t panic at the sudden outburst either, instead rubbing his hand up and down her arm, reveling in the contact for as long as he can get it. She’s probably just a little spooked, it must’ve been scary, but he doesn’t think it goes any deeper than that.

It does.

After a moment of crying and comfort, she takes a deep breath, reels herself back in, and then crawls into bed with him. Of course, before Cameron can do anything in reaction, the nurse comes in and starts yelling about how Kirsten is causing him “distress” and that she needs to leave.

She refuses, and ends up in a hard core staring contest with the older woman.

Eventually, Kirsten wins, and lays in bed with him while the nurse looks him over. Her arm wraps around his stomach, trying to avoid the bullet wound, and tucks her head into the crook of his neck, deeply inhaling, breathing in the remainder of his scent that has almost disappeared during his time in the hospital.

He sighs, just about the happiest he’s ever been, and rests his arms around her, holding her as close as he can.

“How long have you two been together?” The nurse asks, focused on the machinery in the hospital room. Cameron gets awfully shaken up about this question, and starts stuttering. Kirsten, however, tugs him closer, and hums.

“A year,” she says. And when Cameron hears that, he freezes.

They met a year ago.

He snaps out of it and tightens his arms around her. The nurse makes a comment on how adorable they are, and Cameron, thankful for the fact that Kirsten can’t see his face, blushes.

When the nurse leaves, the two are quiet. Kirsten’s breathing is even and soft, like she is about to fall asleep.

“Tired, Stretch?” Cameron whispers, slowly letting his fingers glide over her arm, his other hand tangling in her hair. She nods and curls into him, like he’s a pillow.

“I missed you,” she breaths, so quietly that he almost doesn’t hear it. He does. But, he doesn’t want to disturb her rest anymore.

So, he takes to smiling like a damn fool, cradling the woman he loves in his arms, and for him, that’s enough.

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[teawitch]

Confusing the Aesthetic for the Reality

I told a friend I was going to a Yule celebration at the local UU and she decided to join me, bringing 2 other people. I’ve known this friend for years and she always talks about how witchy she is, which seems to translate to overspending on crystals, burning incense and not reading the books she asks me to recommend. So, I had doubts about how a night-long Yule vigil would go. 

So as I’m driving, I get frantic texts and call from her because she’s at the UU but doesn’t know where to go. I start to panic that I’ve gotten the night wrong and that she’s at an empty church. I ask her if there’s anyone around she can ask. No, she tells me, there’s no one there who’s witchy or goth. You know, no one like us.

Goth? Like us? I think looking at the pile of pink sweaters and wraps on the seat beside me. (I was well prepared for an all night vigil on a rainy night)

I get there to find her and her companions, dressed in all black, sitting forlornly in front of a well-lit hall filled with people, food and altars to the four directions. It’s a pretty typical UU crowd in jeans and sweaters. Variations on holiday attire. Lots of red and green. A Merry Stitchmas sweatshirt. A really cool TARDIS Christmas hat. 

And she’s sitting out in the cold and rain because she’s looking for a bunch of people in all black with tons of pentacle jewelry. 

It’s not that those people don’t exist. If I’d invited her to the Samhain Witches Ball, that’s what she would have seen. Or the big Saturday night ritual at Templefest. (Saturday night at Templefest can freak people out a bit if they are’t expecting it.) But the UU crowd tends to run a little more low key. Not everyone who attends is a witch or even Pagan. Some are just UU members supporting the Pagan event. So they don’t have ritual attire.  

She and her companions stayed a couple of hours. I doubt there were any plans to last the night. Because she’s not really into the reality of witchcraft. The parts where it gets uncomfortable and dirty and real. 

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