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cali-holland · 4 years

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Risky Quizness- Tom Holland One Shot

Pairing: Tom Holland X Reader

Requested by Anon: meeting tom at one of the pub quizzes he goes to at his local pub, he and his mates need more people on their team to sign up, so they asks you and a couple of your friends to join, you and him connect. Xxoo

Prompt: When you meet Tom at a pub quiz, sparks fly between the two of you.

Word Count: 1800

A/N: Huge shoutout to @saysomethingspiderman for being a major help with this one. I’m hella American and never experienced a pub quiz before lol aka brits dont hate me for this

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“Damn it.” Tom muttered, looking at his phone with a frown.

“What?” Harrison asked, sitting next to him at the table with their two pints.

“Harry just texted me. He’s sick.” He replied. “And Sam’s with his girlfriend and you know mum would never let me take Paddy.”

“So it’s just us then?” The blond let out a sigh.

Pub quizzes weren’t much fun with two people. Normally, they’d go with Tuwaine, Harry, and Sam- sometimes even Sam’s girlfriend would tag along, but Tuwaine had a family thing come up, and now the twins had bailed.

“We could always try to find someone to join our team? Right?” Tom offered weakly, and his friend shrugged.

“We’d have to find people willing to actually join us.” He stated and Tom nodded. The pub was already filling up with hopefuls for the pub quiz, there was no way they’d find others to team up with them-

“You can’t do a pub quiz with two people! It just doesn’t work like that!” You let out a frustrated groan as you passed by Tom’s table with your friend. And just like that, a light bulb went off in Tom’s head as he jumped after you.

“Hey, wait!” He called out and you and your friend paused, turning to him skeptically as you held your drinks.

“You only have two people for the quiz? My mate and I are also a team of two. Did- did you want to, maybe, join us?” Tom asked, realizing how stupid it sounded to ask that out loud- to ask a couple strangers to be on his team for a pub quiz. Your friend looked at you and you contemplated it for a moment.

“Sure, but we better win.” You stated, following a triumphant Tom back to his table (much to Harrison’s surprise). You sat down in an empty chair, leaving one open between you and Harrison, and Tom slid into it.

“I’m Tom, and this is Harrison.” He introduced the two of them.

“Y/N, this is Jess.” You replied with a smile. The quizmaster quickly made his way around the pub, handing out a sheet of paper to each of the teams.

“What should our name be?” Tom asked, looking at the paper in front of him.

“Risky Quizness.” You said simply and Jess let out a laugh beside you.

“Risky Quizness?” Tom and Harrison both repeated, and you nodded.

“Every time we’ve used that name, we’ve won the pub quiz.” You stated.

“That’s because the only time we’ve won it was our name!” Jess added, and you rolled your eyes at her.

“We still won. Maybe we wouldn’t have been second last time if our name was Risky Quizness, not Universally Challenged.” You picked up the pencil from the table and grabbed the paper from in front of Tom.

“Risky Quizness, like the Tom Cruise movie?” Tom asked you, a small smile on his face.

“I’m writing it!” You announced and Jess groaned, but the boys just laughed.

“In case you couldn’t tell, she runs the quiz.” She teased.

“Shove off.” You groaned, “I’m competitive.”

“How many of these have you won?” Tom inquired. He honestly wasn’t sure how well he and Harrison would do with their usual team; by the end of the night, he would have always had enough beers to be a bit hazy on how many he actually knew on his own. He wanted to do well though because who didn’t love winning? And he also may have wanted to impress you a little.

“Just the one.” You mumbled, not wanting to fully admit it, “But we keep coming in second. There’s this group at our usual place called Let’s Get Quizzical and they win every single time. So we’re here in hopes that they won’t be.”

“What about you two?” Your friend asked.

“We’ve won a few times, but honestly, I don’t remember if I got any of them right.” He laughed.

“So, it’s up to you then, blondie.” You joked, and Harrison smiled with a grimace. “You two are lucky you’re attractive.”

Before either could respond, the quizmaster began to speak, announcing the general knowledge round. Some were easy questions like name the longest river in the U.K., complete the line from Queen’s “Bohemian Rhapsody” (which you knew immediately), and how many hearts does an octopus have (that one you and Harrison got in a heated debate about whether it was two or eight, when Jess stepped in as the marine biologist to tell you it was three).

The next couple rounds went by smoothly, the four of you working together to make sure you got the right answers. By the time you were on the final round, the movies round, you felt fairly confident that your answers were like 90% right (you still weren’t sure if you trusted Tom and Harrison in saying that the DeLorean in Back to the Future had to hit 88 to time travel because you definitely thought it was 85 like the year the first movie came out).

“Which Star Wars character gets namechecked in Indiana Jones: Temple of Doom?” The quizmaster asked, making the four of you pause.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen that movie.” Harrison stated.

“Yoda?” Tom suggested, thinking it was a fairly iconic Star Wars character.

“It’s Obi-Wan.” You said as you wrote down the answer. “I just watched the movie like two days ago, and trust me, you’re not missing out if you haven’t seen it.”

“Two hours I’ll never get back.” Jess shook her head with a sigh.

“That bad?” Tom asked and you both nodded.

“The worst.” You shuddered just thinking about it.

Though that question stumped Tom and Harrison, it wasn’t until the last question of the round that you really didn’t know the answer.

“Last question. This sequel film is the 10th highest grossing superhero movie of all time.” The quizmaster read off the question, and you turned to the rest of your team, unsure of the right answer.

“I don’t know? Captain America?” You asked, wracking your brain for any good superhero sequel films you’d seen. You watched Harrison try to nudge Tom inconspicuously, who was blushing beside you. He mumbled something to you, but you couldn’t hear it at all. “What movie?”

“Uh, Spider-Man: Far From Home.” He spoke up louder, the blush on his cheeks darkening as he shot Harrison a glare.

“Oh, right, never saw that.” You replied, and Tom laughed nervously.

“You really never saw it?” He asked.

“Nope.” You shook your head, “I don’t even think I saw the first one, honestly. Not that big of a Spider-Man fan.” As you wrote down the answer Tom had given you, you missed him sending a look back to his friend, trying his best not to be slightly offended by your words.

“You should watch them. They’re really good movies.” Tom said with an encouraging smile when you looked back up at him, ignoring Harrison’s kick under the table. It wasn’t until then that he realized you had absolutely no clue who he was, and it was the best thing ever for him; you were treating him like just another random guy who invited you to join his pub quiz team.

The quizmaster announced the end of the quiz, and everyone went over their answers. Much to your familiar disappointment, your team ended up second again.

“Maybe, it’s just you.” Tom teased you as Harrison and Jess went to go get more drinks.

“Rude.” You playfully scoffed, though you were still a bit upset by the loss. “Maybe if you had known that Wisconsin was the dairy state then we would have won.”

“You didn’t even know that one!” He refuted. It was true- the American geography round just about wiped your team out. Tom shifted a bit closer to you, leaning on his arm, flexing it almost, “So you think you’ll be back at this pub for next week?”

“I think I could be convinced to return.” You replied slyly. Before Tom could ask for your number, you already had your phone unlocked, sliding it over to him. “Here.”

“You already knew.” He chuckled, handing you his phone in return. You both typed in your numbers and switched phones back.

“That one Spider-Man question. How did you know that?” You asked, thinking back to all the sigh’s the erupted throughout the pub when the answer was revealed- most had gotten it wrong, so how did Tom know so quickly that he was right?

“I just know.” Tom shrugged in an effort to play it off.

“You know off the top of your head the 10th highest grossing superhero movie of all time?” You eyed him suspiciously.

“They said it was a sequel, so it had to be either that or Incredibles 2.” He joked, but you weren’t too amused. He leaned in closer to you, creating an intimate distance between your two faces, “Can I tell you a secret?”

“What, are you Spider-Man or something?” You asked teasingly, but his smile never faltered.

“Yeah, I am.” Tom replied. You laughed before you realized the complete seriousness in his voice and his face.

“Seriously?” You managed through a fit of laughter.

“I really am! And you said you didn’t like my movie.” He teased.

“I said I never saw it.” You corrected him. “That has to be cheating for it to be your movie as the answer.”

“No, it definitely isn’t.” He shook his head with a laugh.

“How much did it gross? How much?” You asked, wiggling your eyebrows at him jokingly, “You check the box office daily, don’t you?”

“I do not!” He protested, chuckling, “And it made over a billion, thank you very much.”

“Did you drop your pants for that to happen or something?” You quipped, and his face heated up. You gasped, “You didn’t!”

“It was just for one scene and I had my underwear on!” Tom insisted, “You’d know that if you saw the film.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll watch it- both of them.” You laughed.

“How about I quiz you on them next week?” He joked, and you groaned.

“No, that means I’d have to pay attention.”

“Fine, I won’t quiz you on them on one condition.” Tom rested a hand on the back of your chair, leaning in closer to you. You raised your eyebrows at him, telling him wordlessly to continue, “Go on a date with me?”

You nodded, laughing as you spoke, “Yes, but I gotta say, I really thought you were going to make me watch your own movie with you.”

“Trust me, darling, we can do that, too.”

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artsyxloner · 3 years

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Not Just a Monster

Warning: None

15. Running out of supplies

We were running out of water, that's what Eun-Hyuk told me, there was a small Secret group meeting We had. I was Currently in the Storage room packing and dividing the rations.

With Ji-Su, Jae-Heon, Eun-Hyuk's and Hyun-Su he was finally able to come out and Socialize with others. I was happy he didn't have to stay Cooped up in that small room.

Coming out from the closet I saw Ji-Soo carrying a pack of water bottles it must have been heavy because she looked like she was in pain. And her face was more Paler now than before.

Going over I picked them up for her, this time I asked, I was getting concerned. " are you okay?" I whispered, laying the water down. She was caught off guard by the question.

" Pardon?"

I stopped at what I was doing, " I know there something wrong you should tell someone." We packed food and other Essentials, putting them in small crates and boxes. " I'm fine plus if there was something wrong no one will be able to help-"

She was interrupted when someone busted in through the door. It was Seung-wan he started to yell, getting angry. " Stop!" We all looked up at him. Has he gone nuts already?

" did you think I wouldn't notice if you guys, ran away?" I raised an eyebrow, we aren't Secretly running away, where did he hear this from?

Eun-Hyuk and came in, as did the other guys. " give me my share!" He ran towards Jae-Heon grabbing the food he was holding. Trying to take it away from him. " Fuck I can't trust anyone anymore!"

He screamed out like a mad man, Jae-Heon grabbed him trying to calm him down. " clam down, let's talk!" But Seung-Wan pushed him against the glass Freezer. " don't touch me!!" He pulled out a box cutter knife pointing it Jae-Heon's neck.

My eyes widened thinking he was going to cut him. " I'm not going to die here like this! I'm going to leave here by myself!" He then pointed it at Eun-Hyuk I started to walk forward but Hyun-Su grabbed my hand and shook his head.

" give me the car keys." He pushed something pasted him it hitting the wall getting closer to Eun-Hyuk with the knife. " Give me the car keys you asshole! Give me the car keys you son of a-" he screamed, his hand shaking with the knife.

He was about to get cut Eun-Hyuk but was stopped by Sang-Woo. He pulled him away and punched him straight in the face. He fell, groaning in pain, but he grabbed him pulling the mad man up.

Dragging him away, I should have been shocked by what I just saw but in this world it was normal I wasn't Surprised but we humans shouldn't act like this towards each other, we should at least have some common courtesy.

Following them Seung-Wan was on the floor. " why don't you go out there then?" Sang-Wook Insisted, Seung-wan started to scream like crazy. " you don't know how it feels. To have your life and someone else's hands!!"

" what are you doing?" Gil-Seob came in to view. " do you want the kids seeing this?" He questioned, I turned my head to them. " Who cares what the kids see you're not? We're all going to die anyway!!" It all got quiet for a moment.

We all were staring at him until Gil-Seob began to walk towards him. " No... not all of us will." He crouches down to Seung-Wan level. " people who act stupid As you do. Just because they're afraid are the ones who die first!"

He then slapped his knee, " get a grip, and more importantly Take care of your own life." He told him the guy looked like he was about to cry. After that, it was silent and very awkward.

Like the air was on thin ice if you stepped on it, it could break at any given moment. Everyone then began to leave because of it. But before I went, I hadn't realized I was holding Hyu-Su's hand the entire time.

It was Firmly gripped in mine. Did Hyun-Su know we were holding hands? I mean it's not that hard to Acknowledge plus he was holding it tight. Taking a glance at him his eyes were peering down at our interlocked fingers.

A blush formed on his cheeks, eyes wide and big. Letting go, I was kinda embarrassed. He looked up my way, but I left before he could say anything. My stomach was feeling queasy like I needed to throw up.

I knew why though I was getting feeling for Hyun-Su and it was too many feelings for my stomach to handle. I said that I should live life but it's hard when you don't know when you're time is up and that you're gonna turn into a monster anytime soon.

Going to the bathroom, I splashed water on my face, trying to calm myself down. I can like him right? Even though we were both infected he just didn't know it yet. Is it worth it though, I would just end up getting my hopes up?

Why is this so complicated, I grumbled. Knowing liking someone in this Situation leads to trouble and never turns out good. When I was done having a two-sided conversation with myself I went back into the day-care-Center to clear my head.

But Eun-Hyuk stopped me, " I need to talk it's important." He insisted, Motioning for me to follow him we walked into the office and I saw, Gil-Seob and Du-Sik. What were they doing here?

" We need more supplies," Eun-Hyuk began, " food is running sort so is the water as you know it's Been Contaminated we need to get outside resources." He said this writing it all on a Chalkboard.

" first Mr. An has been scouting out the area to make sure it's safe for the person that goes out, Mr. Han is fixing the car and Reinforcing it. And Lastly Soo-Nico you will go out and get the supplies we need."

He explained as if the others already knew about this and volunteered me for the job. " I'm not doing this to use you Soo-Nico you are the best chance we have out there." He said as if I was the only one to do it.

I guess I was the only one able to do the job since I knew were every monster out there, including their whereabouts, how they kill, and how to escape if necessary.

Thinking it over, it was for everyone's survival including mine. So I agreed to it, not seeing I had a choice either. We all made our way to the Day-Care-Center telling everyone we were having a meeting.

I sat in the left corner of the room on a desk. While everyone piled in, seeing Hyun-Su he sat next to me on a stool. Things were still kinda awkward soon we didn't say anything to each other.

Soon Eun-Hyuk brought in the chalkboard I saw just a few moments before he stood in front of it, " we need to Venture outside, we only have five days' worth of food. We'll search the Convenient store first."

He told us, good for him I know a store that still tons of food. " isn't too dangerous?" Jae-Heon, questioned, well yes it was. " we've been preparing, Mr. An has scouted out the area And Mr. Han is working on the car." He explained.

" Hang on there, four eyes who's going then, I mean are we going to draw straws?" Byeong-ll wondered, wanting to know who will go out.

" it's an important mission only Who is likely to succeed will go and knows what it likes out there." He finished, they didn't have to guess they all knew. " Soo-Nico will go out there with her experience."

Everyone's eyes landed on me, including Hyun-Su. " but didn't she get caught up in that spider web?" Someone I didn't even know the name if asked. Eun-Hyuk nodded, " Yes but she got out on her own."

He defeated me, which I was shocked by. Soon the meeting was over and they all left, telling me good luck. I didn't expect it though. Going back outside, I don't know if I was ready?

" So you're going out there?" Hyun-Su spoke, it Startled me when he did. Getting over my mini heart attack I told him yeah. "I'm the only one so who else?" I laughed

I was expecting him to but he wasn't. His face was blank. " but do you want to?" As if he read my mind a few minutes ago, I didn't but there are some things you have to do. " I wouldn't do it if it wasn't necessary but it is." And it was, but Hyun-Su seemed to understand.

" Just be careful."

I smiled, " sure, whatever you say." I was happy he was genuinely concerned, but he shouldn't be, leaving him alone I walked out but saw Ji-Soo running to the restroom she was sweating badly, and she looked deadly pale.

Clutching her side, I knew something was wrong. Going after her, she was banging on the only working stall door. " hurry up, you're still not done?" She was bending over in pain Groaning.

Eun-Yoo was in the stall. She began to talk but there was a short pause. " –yeah I need more time." She said making her wait on purpose. Shaking my head I went over there.

Grabbing the doorknob I shook it violently. " hey open up she needs to go in there it's urgent!" I demanded, hitting the door. Ji-Soo wasn't looking so good.

" that's too bad for her, she should have come yesterday if it was so urgent." I couldn't believe her words, " Hey, do you have a death wish!!" I threatened, " what I'm using the bathroom to survive, you know." I rolled my eyes she didn't understand the situation.

" Hey, Eun-Yoo hey! Hurry up! Come on." She banged on the door. Leaning against it, like she couldn't keep herself up. I have enough of this bullshit. " Eun-Yoo! Open the door right now, she in pain." I heard her sign from the other side.

" I would be careful how your talking to me don't want a little Secret to get out." She laughed, Just as I said that she fell to the floor.

I let out a scream, moving next to her, " Ji-Soo?! Ji-Soo?!" I shook her trying to get her to wake up. Soon Eun-Yoo came out, staring at her she gazed over letting out a small scream.

She ran over, " Hey, what's wrong? Come on wake up!" Now that she was on the floor pasted out did she care? " are you turning too? Because you couldn't take a shit?"

She shook her harder, " Hey, wake up, Yoon Ji-Soo. W he acts wrong wake up!!" She cried, screaming, I was too tears fell my cheeks not knowing if she was dying or not.

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cross-d-a · 3 years

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WIP TAG GAME

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and i’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

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DMBJ:

A Ning & Jiang Zisuan & Liu Sang fam

ChuChu kicks Heihua in the ASS (GET IT BOYS!)

Guardian Crossover

HaoHua are Soft Idiots

Hei Xiazi/Chuchu/Xiao Hua/Xiu Xiu

High Jr dmbj rewrite

iron THREESOME adopt Li Cu

iron threesome pt.2 Li Cu the Cockblocker

iron threesome pt.3 Li Cu makes a FRIEND (aka SUPERPOWERED BABY)

iron triangle transmigrators

Jia Kezi & Li Cu

Jia Kezi and Wu Xie

Jia Kezi amnesia Guardian crossover

Jia Kezi timeloop

Jiang Zisuan SNEAKY BB

Li Cu & Bai Haotian

Li Cu in reboot

Li Cu travels back - poly

Li Cu time travel series (Wu Xie is EMBARRASSING)

Liang Wan centric

Liang Wan is BROS with Xiao Ge

Liu Sang fam

Liu Sang IRON PYRAMID

Liu Sang timeloop

Modern Princess Mute

Pan Zi loves his son Wu Xie

star wars crossover

Wu Xie adopts Xiao Bai and Li Cu

Wu Xie Poly fic

Wu Xie takes Xiao Ge’s place :(

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jiang cheng finds baoshan sanren

jin ling reborn

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Lan Jingyi reborn

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Lotus Pier training

Meng Yao and Mo Xuanyu

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Mo Xuanyu bookstore au

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Nie Huaisang hanahaki

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rogue cultivator jiang cheng raises jin ling

SW Crossover

Yanli timetravels

GUARDIAN:

and i’d die for you (again and again and again)

Feral!Shen Wei & Zhao Yunlan’s ass Suffers

Mama Zhao is brought back to life!!!

Shen Wei has friends

that one Sakura fic

the ABO fic

The one where Da Qing and Zhao Yunlan are married

the possessive panties one

unconventional timeloop

utter filth

Ye Zun has amnesia take TWO

Ye Zun has amnesia!

Yunlan is a selkie

Zhao Yunlan Amnesia fic!

Zhao Yunlan makes a deal with the hallows (chronic pain TIMETRAVEL)

STAR WARS:

(broken into folders haha)

A Brief Snapshot:

Oldman Bruck

Ahsoka:

Twin Blades

All Our Yesterdays series

All Our Yesterdays (hurt more than i can say)

Blind!Xanatos:

Part.One

Part.Two

Feral Lives AU:

these ruined hands of mine (they seek out you, always you)

Jedha:

Chirrut Revisited

Chirrut

Jedi and Their Clones:

Bant’s Battalion

Hurricane Company

Feemor’s Fleet

Garen

Qui-Gon

Xanatos

King Maul:

Part.1

Oneshots:

Agricorps Obi + Clones

Bodhi and Leia become Besties

Bruck survives and gets sent to Clone Wars

DinLukeEzra!Au

Five People Shmi Skywalker Helped and One Person Who Helped Her

Gernal Shmi ver.2

General Shmi

Hairmaster Obi-Wan Kenobi

Hanahaki

Jedi as slaves

Kilindi Matako Lives

Little Gods

Manakin

Maul the Hot Single Dad

Maul&Ahsoka&Rex BROT3

my jedi (he did it to himself)

Never Goes the Way You Planned

O’ Death

Obligatory ABO Fic

Old Loves Not Forgotten

Poebi

rey is shmi

Sense8 au

Temple Guard

The First Apprentice

The Hunt

Unexpected Affection

why am i doing this

Xanatos becomes Obi-Wan’s Master

XanObi

Zuko fucks shits up

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Lukin

Obisoka timetravel

sand and stardust:

Part Two.hurricane on the edge of oblivion (with nowhere to go)

Shmi the Marvel Mom:

Ironwalker

Spidey’s a Nerd:

Star Wars is for Nerds (and Luckily Spidey is one of the nerdiest of them all)

Star Trek Crossovers:

Bones

ExplorCorps

Una as a Jedi

Suns’ Worth:

Kaf and Quiet Nights Pt.2

Scarred Lekku Pt.3

Twin Suns:

One of Many

STAR TREK:

Mirror!verse

5 Times Leonard McCoy Allowed Himself to be a Father Despite the Empire (and the one time it made him too damn vulnerable)

How each of the bridge crew found out McCoy was a father

No Matter How Sweet the Salt:

Beg.

Tony Stark doesn’t know what to do with himself

At least he’s got JARVIS

MARVEL:

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Part 3.Stormbreaker

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Agent Winter

Clint

God!Tony

Gwen and Harry come back

Immortal!Tony

immortals!miles

Marvel crossover- Billy lives

Miles gets stuck in the MCU

Nat gets a family

Peter and the bois

Sarah Rogers time travels

that place you were dreaming of

The First Spider-Man

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The Split

Tony and the Humvee

What if...Aaron answered

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Karen Wheeler

Steve & Barb buddy fic

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haru bday fic

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Sakura is Gaara’s Twin Sister

Village Hidden in the Stars

So I....have a lot of fic. As everyone does, haha. I just have too many ideas and a short attention span, unfortunately!!

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rpmemesbyarat · 3 years

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RP Meme from my favorite Studio Killers songs

Ooh, let me in or I'll get physical with you

I just gotta dance right now, it's critical to do

No, I haven't had no dope

Lift up the velvet rope

Mr. Doorman, stop teasing

I'm freezing out here

See, I've got friends inside

It's my birthday tonight

I'm not wearing trainers, not to mention knickers

It's futile to debate with St Peter at the gate

Made of protein milkshake and low carb intake

All in all you're just another prick at the door

Bouncer, hey bouncer!

I see it in your trousers and in the way you browse her

Look she's in!

What?! Her dress is up to waterline

That bitch is clearly borderline

Nose as white as Snow White's, in moonlight

We stand in awe in front of another prick at the door

So you can play karate, you thick illiterati

I'm a black belt in life

Go home to your ugly wife

You forgotten your wisdom the window to the ladies room

A whole new possibility for a cat like me

You are one of them

Everything but femme

I won't be fooled again

I believe in Simone De Beauvoir

I believe that life's a film noir

I know the role that you play

Save your clichés

I wasn't born yesterday

I'm not typical

You are just cynical

I am better than you think, let me buy you a drink

My logic will prevail

Shut up, nightingale

This is no fairy tail

Every single male that I've met 'til this day had a curly tail

I believe it's a poo poo world

Men deceive- that means you too, girl!

Zip it up Romeos

I'm the swan that crashed on your lawn

I'm the boy that will heal you, fix you up

All men are pigs

I've seen their tricks

They know their licks that get their chicks

Yeah, with a boy like that it's serious

There's a boy who is so wonderful

The girls who see him kinda follow him back home

The gigolos run like spiders when he comes

He's Eros and he's Apollo

Senoritas, don't follow him

Soon, he will eat your hearts like cereals

You're still young

Every night they fall like dominoes

How he does it, only heaven knows

All the other men turn gay wherever he goes

[NAME], darling, you're my best friend

I'm using your shirt as a pillow case

I wanna ruin our friendship

We should be lovers

I wanna ruin our friendship, we should be lovers instead

You're really my dearest friend

I've been doing bad things that you don't know about

Nothing you'd miss, but it means the world to me

We are more than friends

I will follow you until the end

I never like your new boyfriends

Oh, your love for them won't last long

Forget those amigos

I experienced something fantastic

I made out with a robot

It felt gentle, but robust

I made love to a robot

It had the strength of a man but the sensual touch of a woman

Its entire processing power harnessed to give pleasure beyond human measure

It did not appear neutral

This robot had read its Kama Sutra

Where is the boy whose bass is big and bold?

Where is the boy whose beats are made of solid gold?

They don't make me feel the way you do

You're the Obi-Wan Kenobis with the force of audio

I believe in all your fantasies as silly as they seem

You're from another world

He'll make you dance as smoothly as the dolphins swim

I walk the night through the people on the streets

Oh what I would give to be in your company

Into the night with the sailors of the sleaze

All hands on deck - they're like animals in heat

#rp meme #rp memes #rp starters #roleplay meme #roleplay starters #roleplay memes #studio killers

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give-me-back-my-rhodey · 4 years

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Hungry Hungry Peter

A fic for the @friendly-neighborhood-exchange for @foxes-and-arrows

Rating: Gen

Warnings: Starvation tw

Summary: Peter loves hanging out at the Tower, but no one seems to notice he needs more food than a normal teenage boy. Peter doesn't want to say anything because he doesn't want Tony to have to worry about yet another thing. How long can he go on before someone notices?

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Peter likes it when Thor resides at the Tower. First, he's Thor. Second, Peter enjoys his humor and ye-olde stories. But one of the things that he enjoys the most is the amount of food they have at meals. Steve and Bucky eat a lot, but Thor can out-eat them all.

Before the spider bite, Peter was your average teenage boy. Aunt May had used the term “wooden leg" to describe his eating habits. He could eat a whole 2ft-long hoagie plus in one sitting. Now, with his increased metabolism, he needs to eat more. May knows about this and makes sure to order enough food. But when he’s at the tower, he feels weird asking Tony to get more food. Tony does so much for the team already – he doesn’t need to make sure he orders an extra serving for someone. Harley complains all the time that everyone asks Tony for too much.

May is taking a vacation in Barbados with a friend, and Peter is spending the week at the Tower. It’s Father’s Day, and Tony suggested having a movie night. He, Peter, Harley, Morgan, Pepper, and Rhodey settle into the theater for a Disney movie binge. Peter knows Pepper is only there because Tony asked her to be present, and Rhodey is only there so he can spend time with his goddaughter. Peter doesn’t mind because he loves Disney movies. “Tonight is about fathers,” He tells them. “I asked FRIDAY to queue up some Disney movies that have good fathers.”

Finding Nemo is first, The Lion King, and then A Goofy Movie are played sequentially. Peter gets popcorn and candy for everyone. He’s hungry, and he knows Tony won’t mind if he eats a bucket of popcorn by himself, but to draw attention away from himself, Peter fills a large bucket for each of them.

“Woah! This is a lot of popcorn!” Rhodey exclaims. “I’m not gonna eat this all. Do you wanna share, Morgan?” Pepper and Tony end up sharing a bucket, which leaves Harley and Peter each to their own.

Peter eats a bucket and a half of popcorn under the guise that he didn’t want it to go to waste, but he senses Harley watching him. It’s making him uncomfortable.

Thankfully, Harley doesn’t say anything to him, but Peter doesn’t want to get on his bad side. He knows what “Team Cap” went through when they returned to the tower. Coercing FRIDAY to help, Harley rained hell down on them via a series of pranks and inconveniences until Tony had heard enough complaints and forced him to stop. Even though everyone had kissed and made up, most of the pardoned Avengers steer clear of Harley. The others watch him with begrudged admiration. Peter wishes everyone would treat him like Harley, but the older boy disagrees. “Nah, they all love you, and they would do anything for you. Not me though. Most of them hate me but are too afraid to do anything about it.”

Peter walks down to breakfast the next morning to find Thor manning the stove. He perks up, knowing a big breakfast awaits them. Thor always cooks tons of food, and half of the Avengers don’t even eat breakfast. “Peter!” Thor exclaims. “It is good to see you. I was just about to make an omelet. How many eggs would you like?”

“Hi Thor! I’ll take five or six eggs if there’s enough.” Peter walks over to stand beside Thor.

The god moves over to make more room for Peter. “You know Tony always keeps the food well-stocked. I’ll make you seven. Would you like the works as well? I have brought some of that bacon you like so much.”

Peter wraps an arm – as far as he can – around Thor’s back for a quick side hug, then goes to the table to wait for his breakfast. Two minutes later, Harley saunters in. “Morning Thor. Whatcha making today?”

“Peter Parker omelets,” Thor announces proudly. “Peter showed me how to make them last time. Here, you cook the bacon, then potatoes. You add cheese and pour the egg over top. Add more cheese when the egg is cooked, and you have an omelet. It was quite good.”

“Sounds good. Can I have one with three eggs?”

Peter is finished eating his breakfast when Tony bustles in. “Oh, hey Thor. What time did you get in?”

“Early this morning,” Thor replies. “I told you I could be quiet if necessary. Want a Peter omelet?”

Tony is making coffee and glances up. “What? Oh no, not today. I’ve got a board meeting that I am attending to appease my darling wife. Hey Pete, want to stop by in, say, three hours? I have a job for you.”

“Sure thing, Mr. Stark! I’ll be there.” Peter grins. He loves working at SI with Tony.

Harley swipes his milk glass to take a swig and smirks when Peter notices twenty seconds later. “You know you can just call him Tony.”

“I did – had been.” Peter blushes. “But then I called him ‘dad,’ and now I’ve reverted.”

Harley simply smiles and exits the kitchen.

++++++

Three hours later, Peter and Harley are working with Tony on a new type of solar panel when his stomach starts to growl. “Hungry?” Tony asks. “I can order some food. What sounds good?”

“I’m ok. Whatever you want, I can eat.”

Tony orders three combo meals of Pad Thai, and Peter still feels famished afterwards, but he keeps quiet. They finish the panel two hours later, and Pepper and Happy meet them to go home.

Thor is not around for team dinner, and as Steve and Bucky are both present, Peter doesn’t get as much food as he would like. After a Mario Kart tournament (which Bucky wins after narrowly beating Natasha on Rainbow Road), Peter reads Morgan a bedtime story and tucks her in so that Tony and Pepper have an hour to themselves. “Good night Princess Morgan. Sleep tight and don’t let the bedbugs bite.”

“I will bite them back!” She crows, giggling.

He grins. “They’ll be too afraid to come out now.” Peter loves Morgan. She’s like his little sister, and he will do everything he can to keep her safe. She clutches her stuffed spider to her chest and closes her eyes. Peter sits with her for a few minutes, and his stomach rumbles.

Morgan’s eyes pop open, and she asks, “Hungwy?”

“Just a little. I’ll be ok.” He pats her hand. “You need to go to sleep.”

“If you’re hungwy, we can get juice pops,” Tony’s daughter bargains.

Peter smirks. This little child is the daughter of Tony Stark and Pepper Potts – of course she will try to cut a deal. She’s going to be unstoppable when she takes over. “Now, missy. I am not your dad. You may have me wrapped around your finger, but I don’t want to face your mom’s wrath when she finds you still awake with a sugar high. If Uncle Rhodey is afraid of that, then you can bet your boots that Peter is, too.”

Morgan seems to consider that for a moment, and she nods. “Ok, I sleep, but juice pops tomorrow.”

“Juice pops tomorrow sounds good. Pinkie promise.” The pinkie promise seems to satisfy the five-year-old, and she promptly closes her eyes. Peter turns out her light and turns on the fake arc reactor nightlight.

He is almost out the door when he hears her whisper, “I love you one thousand-two hundred-and twenty-six.”

“I love you one thousand-two hundred-and twenty-six, too.” He whispers back and closes the door behind him.

Peter heads out on patrol for an hour or so. Usually, this is the time he picks up some extra food, but he has no cash. He catches a few car thieves and saves a man from getting hit by a speeding car. Exhausted, he stops on a roof to catch his breath.

Tony finds him there ten minutes later. “Hey kid, you ok?”

“Yea, yea… I’m… fine. Just enjoying the view from here,” Peter gestures to the New York skyline.

“It is beautiful,” Tony’s modulated voice agrees. “Want a ride home?”

“That would be great. Thank you, Mr.… I mean, Tony.”

Iron Man picks up Spiderman and flies him to the roof of Stark Tower. They sit there watching the city lights. “Hey, I want to say thank you for putting Morgs to bed. Pep and I haven’t had a whole lot of alone time recently.”

“Hey, it’s no problem. I love her.”

“And she loves you, too. She always asks when you’ll be coming to stay for a while. I keep trying to get May to move in, but she wants you to have a safe place elsewhere as well. I commend her for that. How have you been? We haven’t had a talk in a while.”

“I – I’ve been good. School’s been fine. I’m happy. How are you?”

“So-so. I’ve been sleeping better. Morgan has been a blessing, as have you and Harley. By the way, Pete, when you called me ‘Dad,’ I reacted the way I did because I wasn’t expecting it. I want you to know that you are like a son to me, and if you want to call me dad, I am perfectly fine with it.” Tony places a gauntleted hand on Peter’s shoulder.

“Thanks. I – I’ll keep that in mind.” Peter acknowledges. “So… never mind.”

“You sure? Nothing I can help you with?” Tony asks.

Peter shakes his head. “Nah, it’s… nothing.”

“Ok, I’m going to head in. You should probably come in soon as well.” Tony stands. “Good night kid.”

++++++

The week goes by, and Peter just can’t seem to eat enough. No matter how much he eats, he has to make sure his stomach doesn’t growl at inopportune moments. And he hates how he gets so tired after a night on patrol.

Friday morning finds him waking up the sound of the Avengers alarm. The threat is low-risk – large robot geese roaming the city streets and attacking civilians. Peter joins the fight, but due to his lack of energy, tires quickly. He crouches down behind an overturned car, trying to catch his breath, when a large goose starts beating his head with a metal wing. He quickly passes out… and wakes in a bed in the hospital wing.

Harley is sitting on the chair, watching him. He’s always watching. In his head, Peter asks, “What do you want?” but it comes out as “Wha wan?”

“You know, now is probably not the best time to lecture you, but you know what? You’re stuck here for the moment so I’m going to,” Harley leans forward in his seat. “Why aren’t you eating enough? Are you starving yourself?”

Peter’s eyes widen. Is that why Harles’ has been watching me so closely? “NO!”

“That doesn’t seem suspicious at all,” The older boy scoffs. “I’m sorry. I should be showing more tact. What’s going on, Peter?”

“Can’ talk. Paper.” Peter manages out. His head is pounding, and he just feels weak.

Harley swipes a holo-keyboard over to him, but says, “If you’re too tired, we can talk later. I just am concerned for you.”

Not starving self. Just need more food, but don’t want to burden T. He’s got enuf on his plate. Peter types.

“Peter,” Harley’s voice grows soft. “When I said those things, I meant the team getting on his case about upgrading armor and weapons. They ask for the tiniest upgrades that take hours to complete when their stuff is better than what they would have been getting from SHIELD. Tony has a wife and kids now, and he doesn’t need to spend time in his lab for things that don’t need to be done. Now, you, you need food to survive. You need way more food than Tony or I do because you have the increased metabolism. All Tony needs to do with that is order another serving of food. Three extra words to an order. It takes a maximum of 2 minutes. And you’re basically his son. There’s nothing he wouldn’t do for you. The only reason he’s not here right now is because Morgan has an ear infection.”

Harley gets interrupted by a knock on the door. Tony sticks his head in. “Hey, can I come in?”

“Yea. Are you staying?” Harley moves to get up.

“Stay there. I can pull up another chair,” Tony waves his hand at Harley. “Morgan’s finally sleeping, and the pain seems to be gone. Rhodey’s sitting in with her so I could come see you. How are you feeling, Peter?”

So-so. He types out.

“Sorry I couldn’t be here sooner. Morgs had an ear infection, and Pepper’s in Japan. Harles offered to stay here with you so I could be with Morgan,” Tony explains, and Peter nods. “By the way kid, I’m also sorry that I didn’t notice you hadn’t been getting enough to eat. You’d think with a tower full of geniuses and super spies that someone would notice, but we didn’t. We’re going to order a lot more food from here out, and never be afraid to ask for more. They don’t call me a billionaire for nothing.” Tony pats the bed by Peter’s arm. “I love you, kid. I’d do anything for you.”

A tear slips down Peter’s cheek. “I love you, too, Dad.”

#irondad and spiderson #the friendly neighborhood exchange

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cagestark · 5 years

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-Defender//3-

Longest chapter by far...enjoy. ;) let me know what you think.

warnings: rape is mention in a strictly theoretical sense, but non-consensual groping is referenced.

read here on AO3.

‘Whatever kids do’ (I’m twenty fucking years old, Peter thinks to himself) turns out to be just sitting in his room, climbing the walls. Literally. Unfortunately, there aren’t any spiders making nests in the corners of the room, but at least he tried to find kin.

He takes the plastic bag out of his backpack, the one that hold his trackphone and charger. Now with an increased paycheck, he’ll be able to afford a real phone, one that he doesn’t have to risk turning on just once or twice a day to preserve the battery. There aren’t any messages, but Peter hadn’t really expected any different. He turns it off and tucks it back into the waterproof bag.

After a time, Peter begins to feel like maybe he’s hiding in his room. He’s hungry—and he lives here now, right, so why shouldn’t he just go out into the kitchen and make himself a sandwich? But every time he reaches for the doorknob, he chickens out. What if Mr. Stark is out there? Peter’s dressed in the only casual clothes he owns, a pair of warm sweatpants and a long-sleeve flannel shirt. Hardly appropriate attire to be seen in by a billionaire. By Tony Stark.

But the hunger wins out sometime around eight in the evening. So he carefully nudges the door to his room open and slips out.

He swallows a gasp, heart hammering when he spots Tony sitting on the leather couch with his socked feet up on the coffee table. Schematics are scattered everywhere, and his StarkPad is displaying something in 3D—fuck that’s so cool. The television is on, muted, the History channel playing a documentary on Ancient Egypt. A glass of mostly empty whiskey sits perched in one of the man’s tanned hands.

Quiet as he tried to be, some noise must slip out because Tony’s head turns. He looks wide awake for the late hour. “Hey, kid,” Tony says, eyebrows lifting. “You’re so quiet in there, I honestly forgot you were here.”

“I get that a lot,” Peter mumbles. He points to the kitchen, one hand absently trying to pat at his curls and decide if he looks like a hot-mess or just a mess-mess. “Can I get something to eat?”

“Mi casa es su casa, now. Literally. Help yourself to whatever you like, and if you want to keep me from eating something, put your name on it or hide it behind the vegetables.”

Peter snorts. “Noted. I just didn’t know if I was like, supposed to pay for my own groceries first. I don’t have any money.” He’s been spending his SI checks on motel rooms so that he’s not sleeping outdoors, but the other man doesn’t need to know that.

“Nobody pays for their groceries,” Tony says absently, already looking back to the hologram projected by his StarkPad. He prods at something with the end of his pencil. “Just eat what you want and let me know if you want me to order you something special.”

“Nobody pays for their food?” Peter mutters, looking into the refrigerator. It’s stocked with everything he could possibly want, and several things he can’t even name: fruits of strange shapes and colors, cheeses that smell nothing like cheese, milk that doesn’t come from a cow. “You just buy all the Avengers food, all the time?”

“I am the Avengers’ wallet, kid,” says Tony. “I house them, I buy them whatever they need, I upgrade their suits and weapons, provide any special technologies my brain can cook-up. I provide most of the paycheck—but SHIELD does help. Truth be told, the risk of the job isn’t worth what it pays, so if that’s why you said yes, you might want to rethink things.”

“No offense,” says Peter, sitting at the stool by the marble countertop. He has three peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in front of him made with crunchy peanut butter and organic raspberry jelly and wheat bread that is thick and brown and fragrant. His mouth waters. “But you’ve spoken like a true billionaire. Money and security? That’s worth everything.”

Tony stops what he’s doing. He puts his StarkPad down to rest in his lap, and the look on his face—Peter can’t pin it down, but it makes his shoulders hunch. Did he say something wrong?

“No offense, but you’ve spoken like a Dickensian protagonist. It’s worth everything?” Tony repeats. “Worth dying for?”

Peter shrugs. “If I’m dead, who cares. It’s worth almost dying for, though. Or at least—it is to me.”

Tony’s expression makes him look ten years older than he is, Atlas with the weight of the world on his shoulders. “Peter, if you need financial security—I can take care of that. Look, I can fill in a lot of the blanks when it comes to your past and how you’ve had to rough it, but here at SI we take care of our own. You don’t need to be an Avenger to eat, to have a place to sleep, to get healthcare. Jesus, you’re only twenty years old; you have your whole life ahead of you. To be honest, kid, this business doesn’t really guarantee longevity. There isn’t a retirement plan.”

Peter stares. His eyes burn but he isn’t a crier. He cried at May’s ‘funeral’, when he couldn’t afford to bury her and they’d cremated her instead—and he’d promised himself that it was the last time he’d cry for as long as he lived. So he doesn’t cry now, but he kind of wants to. In his mind he sees Ben, sees the man who killed him, feels the helplessness and the guilt all over again.

“Thanks, Mr. Stark,” he says. He pauses to clear his throat so it doesn’t sound choked. Peanut butter is sticky; that’s all. “But you don’t know everything about my past. I’m not just doing this for the money.”

The silence lays thick between them, broken only when Tony nods and says, “That’s fair. Would you do me a favor and bring me a beer while you’re over there? Bottom shelf. Behind the quinoa.”

Peter has no fucking idea what quinoa is, but the refrigerator isn’t Mary Poppin’s purse or something, so he finds the beer towards the back eventually and grabs a bottle for the older man. There aren’t many left, and Peter sees that it’s because several empty bottles are sitting in a row by Tony’s feet. The stuff looks expensive, has a foreign label in a language that Peter can’t even identify, much less read. He crosses the room to deliver the bottle to the man’s waiting hand.

Tony goes to drink it and bumps the cap against his lip. Peter snorts.

“Cut me some slack,” Tony says around a smile. “I haven’t slept since your little nighttime creepy crawly act on my building. This takes a bottle opener anyway—no, no, I’ll get it, you just sit and eat, you’ve done enough for me—”

Peter takes the bottle and pops the cap with his bare hands. All the beer he’s ever seen were cheap screw-off tops, or he would have rummaged through the drawers for a bottle opener for the man earlier. It isn’t until he’s handing the bottle back and sees Tony’s wide-eyed expression that he realizes not everybody can pop a bottle cap with their thumb.

“You weren’t kidding about how strong you are,” Tony says.

Peter just shakes his head, slow.

Tony points to the sandwiches on the counter. “I was just about to order in Chinese. What do you think? Better than PB&J?”

Mr. Stark clears the coffee table of his work and orders Chinese from a place he swears is the most authentic place in NYC. Then they spend fifteen minutes arguing about whether to start watching the Star Wars movies at the prequels or originals (because the documentary on TV is a snoozefest, which is why Tony was trying to watch it while he worked). Tony finally concedes to Peter’s persuasion, but Peter sees him smiling around the neck of his bottle as he takes a generous sip.

They put on the Phantom Menace.

“So tell me about yourself,” Tony says after the Chinese has arrived, sitting in various boxes scattered across the glass coffee table. He ordered an inordinate amount, and Peter plans to make sure that absolutely no grain of rice goes to waste, thanking the older man between bites. “I know more about your scopulae than I do you—and that’s not a weird metaphor.”

Suddenly Peter’s stomach isn’t used to being so full, and it rolls a little with nausea. He sets his plate down to let it settle.

“You made it sound like you already knew everything about me. What do you want to know?” he asks. He’s keenly aware of how painful his life has been. It sounds like a Shakespearean tragedy when he plays it out in his head: his parents’ untimely deaths, seeing his Uncle murdered (his fault, all Peter’s fault—), then his aunt passing away from illness. Losing the apartment. Living on the streets and in shelters and in any buildings he could scale or break into.

“Whatever you want to tell, kid,” says Tony. “It’s not an interview or an interrogation. FRI says you’re a native of Queens.”

“Yeah,” Peter says. “Yeah. I’m from Queens.”

“I’m sorry,” says Tony gravely.

Peter smiles. “Queens isn’t bad, really.”

“Any family?” Tony asks. He stares at the screen where Qui-gon Jinn and Obi-Wan are bickering and takes a swig from the long-necked bottle, casual as can be, like he knows the answer is heavy but they have to get it out of the way.

The smile slips from Peter’s face. He shakes his head. “I’m alone.”

“No, you aren’t,” Tony says with conviction. “You’re an Avenger now. We’re all assholes, but we watch out for each other. It really is a family of sorts. A dysfunctional family, with an aunt who’s great at murder, a centennial grandfather, and an uncle who drinks too much, but such is life, right?”

“Who are you in that scenario?” Peter laughs. Something settles in Peter’s stomach, warm, like hot chocolate after coming in from the cold. Tony is so fucking nice. How does this man have everything? Looks, brains, money, and kindness.

“Wasn’t it obvious?” Tony holds up the beer bottle. “I’m the uncle who overindulges.”

At that moment, a noise pierces the air. Peter jumps, heart hammering. “What’s that?” He asks.

“Just the bell, kid, no worries. FRI, who is it baby?”

“Captain Rogers, sir.”

Both of them go stiff in their seats. After a moment, Tony relaxes again, but Peter can’t let his guard down, not when that name makes his muscles clench in anticipation for a fight, when it makes his scalp prickle with anxiety and warning. “Let him in,” Tony says, standing. By the time Captain Rogers appears, Tony has a beer out for him.

Steve stops when he sees Peter sitting on the couch. The blond takes it all in: the movie on screen, the mostly-eaten food, the empty beer bottles on the table (which he eyes with disapproval). It must look like Peter and Tony are very familiar with each other, Peter in his pajamas, Tony in just his jeans and the wifebeater that was under his t-shirt while he worked down in the lab.

“Hey, Cap,” Tony says. He holds up the bottle. “Drink?”

“No thanks, Tony. Can I talk to you outside?” The look he gives Peter is apologetic enough. “Sorry kid, you aren’t an official Avenger yet until your induction, or I wouldn’t bother with all the secrecy.”

“It’s fine,” Peter says stiffly.

“I’ll be just a minute, Pete,” Tony says. They step outside.

Peter hears everything through the walls from his seat on the couch. The television plays but does nothing to disguise the raised voices from beyond the door. Peter wishes he could see their faces, but (no matter how cool it would have been) he didn’t develop x-ray vision from the spider bite. Maybe it’s for the best—maybe Peter couldn’t be held responsible for his actions otherwise.

“What’s going on between you two?” Steve asks.

“What are you talking about? We were eating Chinese and watching Star Wars.”

“Don’t you think it’s a little inappropriate?”

“I sure as hell did, but he insisted that we start with the Phantom Menace and not A New Hope—”

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it. Are you grooming him?” Steve sounds horrified at the thought, and Peter can’t assess his face to tell if he’s sincere or not. “A homeless kid you found, and suddenly you’re giving him a room in your penthouse, a job, you’re spending the day with him in the lab? And now, what, you’re plying him with alcohol?”

“I am not grooming Peter,” Tony says. His voice sounds firm. Good! Peter thinks. “He’s in there drinking a goddamn Coke. To be honest, I’m shocked that you even know the term, I didn’t think grooming officially existed in the Stone Age—”

“I take all the classes SHIELD requires of me to lead the team and keep people safe, even from attacks that aren’t always with fists or alien tech. Grooming has always existed; as long as there is prey, there are predators looking—”

“Peter is not prey, he could fucking snap me in half—!”

“But not if you make him like you, is that it? Not if he thinks he owes you—”

“Jesus fucking Christ.”

The silence after that lasts a moment too long, and Peter shuts his eyes. Because he can hear more in that silence than he did in Tony’s exclamation—Tony is beginning to doubt himself. He’s beginning to believe the worst in himself. They’ve only known each other for forty-eight hours, but Peter already feels like he knows Tony better than the people around him: the painful vulnerability, the intense self-criticism.

“Look, if it will make everyone feel better, I’ll move his room—”

“God damn it,” Peter hisses.

“—maybe Vision wouldn’t mind rooming up here with me. I’m practically his father, or—something.”

“I think that’s a good idea,” Steve says magnanimously.

“I bet you do, asshole,” Peter mutters.

“Is this all you came up here for?” Tony asks. “To read me the riot act over treating the kid like I’d treat any of you—if any of you liked me enough to invite me to your get-togethers or to accept my offers to join me up here—”

“I had a reason. Here,” something is exchanged hands, the rustle of paper. “Fury’s background check on Queens in there. It’s very thorough and enlightening—”

“And not my business,” Tony says. “This is confidential even by SHIELD standards—do I have clearance to have this?”

“I thought there was something in there that might be important for you to know. The kid used to work for Hammer Industries.”

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Well, this is it. It was lovely, folks! Peter should just pack his bag now. Maybe the windows in his room open so he can slip out and scale the side of the building. For a moment he thinks about how it might feel to just let himself fall. Now that he’s tasted this bite of a better life, returning to his old ways will be even more painful. But Peter doesn’t even know if the fall would kill him—

“Hammer Industries?” Tony says at length. “He definitely upgraded.”

“I want to look out for you, Tony,” Steve says.

Peter doesn’t believe a word of that.

The worst part of all is that he has to sit there on the couch and pretend like he hasn’t heard the entire conversation. How can he explain—how he’s always had a passion for tech, how he never even dreamed of being able to work at Stark Industries, so he’d shot for the moon instead of the stars, settling at Hammer Industries. Only the place had been a shitheap with a perverted boss and Peter saved up enough to cut his losses, and then Stark Industries had accepted him! Even working on machines in the maintenance department…it was more than Peter had ever dreamed.

But Tony doesn’t know that. The look on his face when he comes back in the room is grave.

“Hey kid,” he says. “Sorry I missed some of the movie.”

“It’s okay,” Peter lies.

Tony sits back down on the couch, as far away from Peter as he possibly can. He doesn’t take a single sip more of alcohol, and while he is friendly enough when Peter asks him a question, he doesn’t let himself be roped into conversation anymore. He stares at the television screen like he’s seeing through it, and Peter feels it slipping away—his chances at being close with Tony crumbling like sand through his fingers.

What he decides to do is to say something. Anything.

What he does is scoot across the couch and climb into the man’s lap, straddling the strong thighs. Tony looks at him like two separate heads have sprouted from his ears. Instinct has him pushing at Peter sharply, and it’s only Peter’s enhanced sense of balance and grip that has him twisting to avoid being pushed flat onto the glass coffee table. He lands like a cat in the slim space between the sofa and the coffee table.

“Get off of me—”

“Please let me explain—”

“Explain what?” The man swallows, heavily, staring down at where Peter kneels between his thighs. The sound is loud to Peter’s ears; he can hear it all, the pounding heart too. “Jesus Christ, you don’t need to be in my lap to have a conversation with me, do you?”

“I did work for Hammer Industries,” Peter says. “But I worked maintenance for them, too. They were shit, they treated us like shit, Hammer was a creep who used to grab my ass in the hallways, and I quit before I even had another job, that’s how desperate I was to get away.”

“You heard all that?” Tony asks, eyes wide enough to show white all around the dark iris. “Fuck, kid, eavesdropping—?”

“I have enhanced senses,” Peter pleads. “I can hear everything if it’s close enough. I can hear the Avengers on the floor below us when they’ve got a movie turned up too loud, I just, I didn’t want to say anything because it’s so creepy, but I can’t help it, and, and—”

“Hey, calm down. Here, will you get up? You’re going to give me a heart attack. Come sit on the couch, we’ll talk.”

They resume their seats on opposite ends of the couch. Peter looks down at his shaking hands, clenches them tight until his knuckles go white, but it’s not just his hands: his whole body shakes. Peter has never been gifted with words, something that has only became worse after the passing of his aunt, when he had no one to talk to. If all of this—the chance to be around Tony, the penthouse, the Avengers—if it all relies on Peter talking his way into it…then he’s doomed.

Tony scrubs at his face with a weathered hand. He looks exhausted. “I’m really sorry that you heard all of that out there,” he says at length.

“None of it was true,” Peter blurts. His blood thrums when he remembers all of Steve’s words. “You aren’t grooming me. Not to mention, I’m a fucking adult.”

“A vulnerable one,” concedes Tony.

“So are you,” Peter says through his teeth. “Everybody is vulnerable to something. You want to pity homeless youth, go find one who is really suffering. I’m enhanced! I can climb walls even in the rain to get somewhere safe and dry. I don’t have to worry about anyone mugging me or, or raping me, because I could just pull their arms and legs off. I’m not vulnerable. I’m just—”

“Just what,” asks Tony, motioning with a hand when the younger man’s words cut off. “Go on, kid. I’m listening to you.”

“I’m just a guy who—who is finally getting everything that he wanted,” Peter says. All the anger is sapped from his veins now, and he feels old and heavy and tired, his eyes burning traitorously until he blinks them clear and dry. “I’ve wanted to work with science since I was old enough to go to school. But I don’t have an education, I don’t have a degree. I didn’t even finish high school. Places only hire me for grunt work, but I’m good with machines. I figured maybe I could, could work my way up. To something. Working at Stark Industries was just a pipe dream. I never thought I’d get a chance, but my Aunt May…she used to say that I’m too pessimistic, and I should open myself up to good things, because good things will happen.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you right away Mr. Stark.”

“Peter—it’s okay. I wasn’t worried about you working at Hammer Industries as it was. Hammer isn’t clever enough to infiltrate my building, and even if he were? My secrets are a lot harder to steal than anyone might think. If FRIDAY had seen you doing anything suspicious, she would have notified me in a heartbeat. That’s all shit; I know that.” Tony clears his throat. “But Cap was right about one thing. I don’t want you getting ideas in your head, that you have to treat me a certain way to stay on the team and in the Tower, or that I expect any treatment like that.”

Peter groans. “I don’t think that. I’m not twelve. Besides, the other Avengers treat you like shit, and you keep them around—”

“Hey,” says Tony, raising his voice a little. “They don’t treat me like shit, so knock it off. Having you up here in the penthouse does give the wrong impression. I don’t want you or anyone else to think I’m trying to take advantage of you.”

“What—what if I want you to?” Peter asks. He dares a look at the older man; God, he’s so handsome, even looking stunned as he is. His mouth is open like he wants to say something but isn’t sure what to say, and Peter takes the chance to continue. “I know I’m young, and I’m not the best looking guy around, not even the best looking one in the Tower, but I’ve had a crush on you since like, 2008. You’re everything I’ve dreamed of, Mr. Stark, and somehow I’m here in your penthouse and we ate Chinese together and I don’t want to let it go.”

“Peter—” Tony looks stricken, face pale.

“It doesn’t have to be anything serious,” Peter amends quickly. “I know you’re busy, and I’m going to be too, I guess. No pressure. You could just let me know when—when you wanted me and I’d be there for you.”

“Kid,” says Tony. “Stop. That’s not the way I work, and that’s not the way I want you to work. You shouldn’t let anybody treat you like that—”

“I wouldn’t let anybody treat me like that,” Peter promises. “Just you, Mr. Stark.”

That does something to the man. Tony groans, reaching up to palm at his eyes. “You don’t make it easy on me, appealing to all my seedy kinks, kid. If I’d met you ten years ago—yikes, not ten-year-old you, twenty-year-old you but, yeah, alright, you catch my drift. If I was the same man now that I was ten years ago, I wouldn’t hesitate Peter. You don’t give yourself enough credit.”

“Besides the spider bite, I’m really not that special,” Peter says. “But I’m okay with that. Most people aren’t special.”

“That’s not true,” says Tony. “I’ve got three emails in my inbox from my head of Maintenance begging to have you back, saying that you’re a wunderkind with the machines and that the HVAC hasn’t been in such good shape since it was first installed. You’ve made quite an impression down there—and on me, too.”

“Really?” Peter asks. He can’t help but sit up straighter, buoyant butterflies in his stomach uplifting him.

“Really,” Tony confirms. “I like the way you listen, kid. The hero worship thing, too. You’ve got to know that that plays right into my ego. Fuck, Steve’s right. I’m really not a very good man.”

“I don’t care what Steve Rogers thinks,” Peter breathes. He shifts up onto his knees, edging towards the man at the other end of the couch. By the time he stops, his feet are tucked underneath him, knees touching Tony’s thighs. Peter reaches out to put a hand on his bicep, and the older man flexes instinctively. “I can hear that, you know. The way your heartbeat just picked up.”

Tony swallows. “Not something I usually have to hide.”

“You don’t have to hide anything from me,” Peter says. “Mr. Stark?”

“What, kid?”

“Would you kiss me?”

“That wouldn’t be fair to you. Because after this conversation ends, I’m going to ask you to switch rooms with Vision.”

Peter can sense the weakness in Tony’s will, and he uses it to shift himself onto the older man’s lap, back where he was when this conversation began. Only this time Tony doesn’t push him away, just leans his head back against the couch cushions and closes his eyes. Peter stares, awed. Something about him is attractive to Mr. Stark, something that has the man barely hanging on to his control. The power is a heady thing, makes his body sway forward the way it does when he’s standing on a tall building too close to the edge. This power over the man is just as great a responsibility as his spider senses, and he would never, never misuse it.

“I don’t ever want this conversation to end, then,” Peter admits, letting his fingers drift up from where they’re resting on the man’s bicep, up along the t-shirt he’s wearing and to his neck where his pulse is hammering away. Peter presses, so gently on that carotid artery, and Mr. Stark’s mouth opens, a silent sound that deafens Peter. The younger man’s cock is rapidly hardening, but he keeps his hips pulled back lest he be too tempted to grind on Tony’s abs.

“Everything ends, kid.” The rumble of Tony’s voice reverberates through Peter and makes him shiver.

Peter carefully lets his weight down—and yes, he feels a distinct bulge in the other man’s pants, hears the way that heart stutters, resumes its beating in double-time. Tony sucks in a breath through his nose and holds it until his lungs must be aching. “I’m going to kiss you now,” Peter warns.

Tony tilts his head back up until there is nowhere to look but at each other. Slowly to give the man time to pull away, Peter ducks his head in until their panting breaths are mingling between their open mouths, and Peter decides that if Tony didn’t want Peter to, he wouldn’t have his eyes closed this way, wouldn’t have let his hands grip at Peter’s thighs to pull him further down on the man’s cock.

“One kiss,” Tony says, their lips brushing. “And then you have to go downstairs, Peter. So make it count.”

“I will,” Peter promises.

And he does. Their mouths are open when they meet, and Tony’s mouth feels better than Peter might have ever imagined it to be: soft and firm and eager, coming to life like a live wire beneath Peter’s less experienced lips. But what Peter lacks in experience he makes up for in exuberance, letting both hands come up to tangle in the older man’s dark hair, letting his hips rest heavy on that hard cock beneath him just to feel the way Tony’s groan makes them both vibrate. Peter reaches out blindly and uses one hand to brace himself on the back of the couch so that he can grind down on the cock beneath him.

“Jesus, kid,” Tony breaks apart to breathe.

“I won’t let you cheat me; I’m not done with my kiss,” Peter says, pulling him back, their mouths raw and red. He sucks on the clever tongue and then pulls away to feel the burn of Tony’s facial hair against his oversensitive mouth, keeping the contact (still counts as one kiss, right? If Peter never completely pulls his lips away?) until it leads him down to that pounding pulse that he can lick and suck at. When he plants his teeth there, Tony hisses, hips thrusting up reflexively to drive his hard cock into the hot cradle of Peter’s hips.

“God, I’ve wanted this forever,” Peter says, scraping his teeth against the warm skin of Tony’s neck. “How am I supposed to stop, Mr. Stark? I—I don’t think I can.”

“Peter—one of us has to—has to—fuck, your mouth—!”

“If one of us has to fuck my mouth, I hope it’s you—”

“Christ, don’t say shit like that,” Tony gasps. “Who knew you had such a filthy fucking mouth.”

“Wait until you see what my filthy mouth can do,” Peter says, desperate fingers tugging down the collar of Tony’s t-shirt to suck a bruise onto his collarbone, and it makes the man’s hips stutter beneath him. Peter finally pulls away (this has been far more than one kiss, but he doesn’t think Tony minds much anymore) and stares at Tony’s face. His eyes are closed, lashes long and dark where they brush his cheeks. He has the loveliest mouth, full and expressive and a little swollen from the way Peter nipped at his lips.

Their mouths are drawn back together, two magnets always seeking each other out. This kiss is better, a little more experienced. It’s give and take, both of them swaying into each other like sails caught in the breeze, the lap of warm tongues like waves against a ship’s hull, their ever present arousal being driven higher and higher. Peter reaches down to slip one hand beneath Tony’s jean-clad ass and pull the man up, harder, the friction on their cocks so painfully good that he can’t help but whine in the back of his throat.

“I can’t believe a tiny thing like you is so fucking strong,” Tony says through his teeth, slipping both his hands down into the back pockets of Peter’s jeans. When he squeezes Peter’s ass, he can’t help but jump, cock spitting precum in his boxers.

“Does—does it turn you on?” Peter asks, already suspecting the answer, the dark flash of Tony’s eyes when Peter popped the bottle cap with his bare hand replaying in his mind. “Knowing how much stronger than you I am? If I, If I wanted to, I could snap you in half just like you said to Steve. But I’d never do that. Maybe I’d just hold you down so that I could climb on top of you and ride your cock just the way I wanted to—”

“Fuck—kid, you keep talking like that and I’m going to blow in my pants.”

Peter’s breath catches. He slows his frantic grinding, turning them into long, deep strokes. “That’s what I want,” he whispers. “I want to see you cum, please, Mr. Stark? You make it sound like this might be my only chance. That would be a crime though, because there’s so much I want to do to you, suck your ridiculous brain out through your cock and swallow your cum and rim you and pin you flat to whatever surface we’re closest to—whatever works—and ride your cock, or, or give you mine—”

Tony’s back arches, cutting off a strangled shout. He stays that way, head back, eyes squeezed shut, mouth open in ecstasy for an endless moment, and then his hips drop back down to the couch as he groans, burying his face in Peter’s neck, content to let Peter hump him through his orgasm until he is shaking, oversensitive, heart pounding far too fast for a man of his age and cardiac history. It’s all the most sexual, incredible experience of Peter’s short life, and he knows that it’s not the end. It can’t be.

Even though his cock aches, balls protesting the lack of orgasm, Peter gently shifts himself off the man’s lap, wiping the dark hair from Tony’s forehead, slick with just the beginning of sweat. He places a last tender kiss on the man’s cheek, just above his trimmed facial hair.

“I’ll get my bag,” Peter whispers. “Just give me five minutes.”

Then he stands and disappears into his room, leaving behind the billionaire.

Peter stands in what was once Vision’s room feeling bereft. Apparently the man(? cyborg? Peter isn’t sure of what to call him) didn’t care much for decoration, because the room looks as the room upstairs did with all the impersonal warmth of a fancy hotel room. The bed is large and comfortable, sheets clean. The bathroom is black marble, shining and sleek. He should be comfortable here. There’s nothing very different—

—except for the company.

Steve Rogers knocks and then looms in the doorway, leaning against the frame. His face is pleasant enough, a little pitying maybe, but Peter is willing to admit that his own feelings on the man might be clouding his perception. “Hey, Peter. I wanted to see how you were settling in.”

“Oh, hi, Captain,” Peter says. It’s easy to slip on a naïve persona, all guileless wide eyes and timid cracking voice. He just plays up all the characteristics he naturally has, though they all seem to melt away when this man is near. “Would you—would you come in, actually? I have some questions.”

“Sure—”

And when the door closes behind him, Peter is there, a hand flat against it so that try as he might, Steve can’t open it. Any pleasantry saps itself from both of their faces until they regard each other with trepidation (from Steve) and undisguised dislike (from Peter).

“I heard everything you said upstairs when you were talking to Tony,” Peter says through his teeth. He barely recognizes his voice, the darkness in it, the disgust. It feels like possession, like his own anger is a demon inhabiting his body and he’s just along for the ride, staring through the holes of his eyes like they are far away windows. “Do not ever, ever mistake me for prey. I might be in the web along with the flies, but that’s because I am the spider. Tell me: what do you know about spiders?”

“Not much,” Steve admits. He doesn’t look scared, though the tense stance says more than his expressionless face; maybe he isn’t afraid, but he isn’t underestimating Peter either and that’s good. Peter can appreciate that.

“I read all the books in the New York City Public Library about them during the summer I turned fifteen. Did you know that jumping spiders can jump almost 40 times their own length? They can hold up to 150 times their own body weight, too. For their size, they are one of the strongest, fastest animals in the world. Maybe those statistics don’t carry over to me; maybe the mass makes things different, maybe since I don’t have an exoskeleton, maybe since I only have four legs and not eight—but maybe they do reflect my abilities. And maybe I am that strong. And I don’t want you to forget it.”

“Are you threatening me Peter?” Steve asks solemnly.

“No,” Peter says. “I’m defending myself, and I’m defending Tony. Remember that.”

Steve looks at him, serious. “I will. Is that all, kid?”

If he thought that he’d find any satisfaction in threatening Steve Rogers, he was wrong. All he feels after the door closes is empty, angry, a pot with the lid on tight even though the pressure builds and builds, desperate to boil over. There’s no relief to be found; his fury is so impotent. Nothing he can do would change Tony’s mind (and he doesn’t want to change Tony’s mind, he wants Tony’s mind to change on its own).

For the first time, he feels scared of himself.

But all he can do is persist, exist, like a weed coming up through the crack of the Avengers’ concrete.

Peter undresses and lays in the comfortable bed, staring up at the darkness of the ceiling. For a while he tosses and turns (can a bed be too comfortable? Too soft and yielding to his every curve? Talk about first-world problems), but then he sits up in the dark.

On the floor above him, Mr. Stark has started playing music. Loud. Loud enough for Peter to hear.

He takes one of the fluffy pillows and tucks it between his arms where (ideally) another body would rest. Closing his eyes, he falls asleep to the sounds of Led Zeppelin’s greatest hits. He dreams of rain on the windows.

#starker #nff #tw: rape mention #tw: groping mention #tw: rape #tw: noncon #not between any avengers #justin hammer is a creep #cagewrites #longfic

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smokeybrand · 3 years

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Breaking the Rules

So the Snyder Cut finally dropped. Four hours of Snyderisms like slow-mo, dumb kinetic camera work, and relentless edge. Now, I'm a card-carrying Marvel shill. Been real transparent about it for years. Marvel is my sh*t and Spider-Man is my favorite superhero. That said, i do like DC. I always give them a fair shake. Hell, my favorite capeflick is The Dark Knight. I even like Watchmen and that was a slog to get through. I’ve seen every film in the DCEU and they have left me wanting. A lot of DC heads write off my opinion because of my Marvel bias but let’s be serious; The DCEU is inferior to the MCU in almost every way. As it is, the DCEU needs to be better. It needs better storytellers. It needs a better plan. It needs a Feige. Snyder is not that dude and i don’t think Wan is either. I think WB and ATT have to figure out a way to coalesce this sh*t because it’s all wonky, especially now that we have this Snyder Cut. I’ve already reviewed a Justice League before so all of the observations i made about performances in that, stand. This is more what i think this version does better and worse.

The Better

This opening is much better and makes more sense. That Super Death Wail as the principal genesis of Steppenwolf’s conflict, the thing that wakes that first Motherbox, makes way more sense that whatever the f*ck Whedon did.

This thing definitely looks so much more gorgeous that that first run. Zack Snyder can’t plot a story to save his life but this motherf*cker can compose a shot, for real. Snyder is an idea man, a cat that just wants to make cool looking sh*t, but this ain’t the medium for that. You can have all the beautiful shots in the world but if they are tied together by a shoestring of a narrative, then it’s just polished sh*t, you know?

The extended Aquaman intro was outstanding. Whedon didn’t let this scene breath and, seeing it as it was intended, that was a mistake. Seeing this version of Justice League kind of makes Josstice League in it’s entirety, a mistake. It’s weird that this was cut because it’s so good and shows so much more of Arthur.

Jeremy Iron’s Alfred continues to be my second favorite Alfred after Michael Caine. Sorry, Michael Gough...

Wonder Woman’s first scene in this, the one with the terrorists, is ridiculous. This one scene is a perfect example of the difference between the two versions of this film. Snyder’s is better, if way more brutal than it needed to be. Still, i love the warrior version of Diana so I'm good with this.

Speaking of Amazons, Snyder, apparently, put them in more clothes this time around? I couldn’t really see for sure because of the color correction but it didn’t seem like they weren’t rocking those iron bikinis like in the Whedon cut. I think Joss Whedon might be a bit more problematic than we think. Between the half naked chicks, the way he kept sexualizing Diana, the fact that there are no people of color in his version or the way he shortchanged the entirety of Cyborg’s plot... Breh.

Steppenwolf is SO much more menacing in this version of the movie. Dude feels like a force, like a proper threat an not just some stop-gap for something better. Ol’ Wolfie was a decent antagonist for an initial run at an Avengers-esque team up for the DCEU. Definitely more Loki this time around and less Ultron like the first time.

Also, the Parademons look much more dope. The first time, they looked like fodder. This time, they actual felt like a force, like a horde.

Hey, we got an Atom sighting!

Not a ton of Iris West but enough to wet my appetite. Anytime i get to see Kiersey Clemons in stuff, I'm happy. Having it tied to an outstanding sequence demonstrating Flash’s powers was just icing on the cake. Seriously, Snyder did a great job visualizing Barry’s abilities. That scene where he saved everyone from the debris and then the subtle reversing of time; All of it was dope to see.

Are those Starros that Steppenwolf is using to “interrogate” the cats with Motherbox stink on them? They look like little mechanical Starros. I hope they’re Starros.

Lots of Cyborg stuff. Like, intricate Cyborg stuff. The sh*t Whedon cut of Vic was instrumental to the coherency of this story and dude was just like, “Nah.” It’s no wonder that version of the movie doesn’t make any f*cking sense.

Hey, we got a Spectre sighting! Nice.

The explanation for the Motherboxes and their mcguffin-ness goes a long way to soothing the whole “resurrecting Superman” thing. Snyder basically tells the audience they’re magic boxes that can do anything because of magic-technology. It’s a little ridiculous considering what Motherboxes actually do in the comics but whatever. It makes sense in this universe i guess.

All of the action scenes are better. All of them. Snyder is nothing if not a cat that can actualize a dope punch-out. Dude can’t get out of his own way when telling a story but if you need a fight scene, Snyder is definitely your guy.

Speaking of, that climax was WAY better. It carried far more weight and there were times when the heroes felt like they could lose. There’s an unrelenting tension that grips you hard and doesn’t let up until it finally does. I appreciated this way more than the first one, even if it’s dumb edgy for no reason.

The Worst

Zack still doesn’t understand these characters, man. It’s very apparent to me that a lot of this is just window dressing for kind of a Zack Snyder fan fic version of DC and that’s fine i guess? Sh*t’s not my cup of tea but a great many people seem to like it. Dude’s writing can definitely be tighter and he can skew a little more toward the heart of these characters but i mean, it’s called Zack Snyder’s Justice league for a reason.

The Snyderisms, man, they are all over this thing. Look, i just don’t like how Zack makes movies. Too much style, not enough substance, or rather, not enough focus. He has a ton of great ideas but gets too bogged down in how sh*t looks, or tumbles down his rabbit hole of concept but never expresses any of them clearly enough. Outside of 300 or Dawn of the Dead, this film is probably the most focused I've ever seen Snyder and it’s still kind of all over the place yet, never where it needs to be.

So many plot holes, man. Less than before, but so many threads left untied.

This thing didn’t need to be four hours long. Not even close. There were several shots that i thought could have been cut. Like, that three hour version which got the standing ovation was probably the best version of Justice League and we’ll never see it. This version is definitely better than the theatrical run but f*ck is it long. You really feel that sh*t, too.

Cyborg still looks gross to look at. You’d think they’d try and make his weird, angular, body look a bit better upon the redo but nope. This what we get i guess.

Also, why the f*ck the Atlanteans sound British? Why they make Amber Heard do that accent? She can’t do that accent, man. You’re actually asking a chick who’s professionally pretty to act and she can’t act. She’s just pretty. That actually brings up an interesting question; Is Aquaman canon to this universe because Mera in that doesn’t have an accent and her Pops is still alive. This one has an accent and her parents are dead. Or maybe the accent makes it easier to recast Heard later with a British actress? Maybe the Mother of Dragons really is about to be the Queen of the Seas?

Why is this Knightmare sequence in here? Sure, it was awesome to see, pure fan service, but this is the blue balls of blue balls because we don’t have a movie to follow this one. This is it. This is all the Justice League we’re getting. There is no part two or whatever. Why even hint at something more?

The Verdict

There’s a lot to like about this version of Justice League. It is, hands down, better than Josstice League in almost every way. Sh*t is a better film, man, and should have been what we got to begin with. WB did Snyder a disservice by letting him go and then letting Whedon butcher his movie. I don’t like Snyder’s take on DC. I think it’s try-hard, edgelord, nonsense but it is it’s own thing and i commend him for that. Dude has a vision and I'll never take away from from a creative’s inspiration. That said, this thing was a slog to get through. It’s definitely better than what we got before but it’s still not that great and it’s way too long. Three hours is more than enough to tell this story if you make prudent cuts. Still, I’m glad it exists and, if you’re a fan of this world, a fan of Snyder’s work, you’ll love it. For me, as a cat who has no skin in this game, I'm not all that impressed. Per usual, Snyder has too many ideas and that leaves the plot unfocused and meandering at times. In a genre that is predicated on storytelling, you can’t be a bad storyteller like that and just gloss over it with spectacle. That’s disingenuous. At the end of the day, it was entertaining. It was pretty to see. It was a Snyder film.

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iceeckos12 · 4 years

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sickfic

third day of h/c week, although im uncertain as to whether or not i should tag this as h/c? since it mostly falls under the comfort category....whatever, have some tim and sasha being friends

Warnings: mentions of people overworking themselves

Word count: 786

The thing is, it’s really easy to see when Jon is being a workaholic, because he’s so obvious and unapologetic about the whole thing. He comes in early and leaves late, doesn’t take lunch or drink fluids, and admits to staying up well into the night to do extra research. The point is, Jon doesn’t exactly try to hide it, which means that Tim can generally spot when he’s taking it too far and try to discourage further self-destructive behavior.

On the other hand, Sasha is the worst type of workaholic. She’s so subtle and logical about it, it’s ridiculously easy to get swept along with her, or even become an enabler. One moment you’re talking to her about the case she’s doing follow-up on, the next she’s asking if you’d be willing to help her out with some files so she can do a little independent work, and you’re so distracted you forget to stop and think.

Tim muses on this as he watches his closest friend walk over to her desk, not a hair out of place, a vague, polite smile on her lips. He wouldn’t have realized that anything was wrong if he hadn’t known her so well, but he can just make out the bloodshot lines spidering across her eyes, and the mild tension that creeps across her brow that’s a sure sign of a sleep deprivation headache.

He waits a couple of seconds, letting her remove all her stuff from her bag (no packed lunch today which means that he’ll have to offer her some of his) before sauntering in her direction.

“Hey there, Sash,” he greets, tossing one leg over the edge of her desk and settling there.

She jumps, which is further proof of how tired she must be—she’s usually much more aware of her surroundings. Her sharp gaze falls on him, and then she relaxes, and relaxes, and fades, a bright glaze draping over her eyes. She looks back down at her desk. “Oh, hi Tim.”

Oh no. This isn’t good.

“Forgot your lunch today?” he asks, nodding in the direction of her bag. Without waiting for an answer, he continues, “Well, you’re in luck. I went to my mum’s this weekend, and she sent me home with leftover curry.”

He watches her expectantly. His mum’s gaeng keow wan gai is Sasha’s favorite, to the point that she’ll discard her own meal in favor of his food if he brings it. She only hums an agreement though, busily tapping the end of a stack of papers to line them up.

It’s at this point that Tim leans across the desk and carefully lays the back of his hand against Sasha’s forehead. She pulls away, her eyes widening in surprise, but not before he gets a measure of the sheer heat radiating from her.

“Hey!” she yelps, patting down her bangs.

“I knew it,” he sighs, shaking his head. “You’re sick. How much sleep have you gotten in the past week?”

She glares up at him, and now he recognizes that bright, feverish gleam for what it truly is. “I’m fine. It’s just a headache.”

He gives her a well deserved stink-eye. “Sash, you’re hotter than I am right now.”

It’s a stupid joke, even for him, but it makes Sasha bite down on a laugh all the same. It also has the intended side effect of making her less up in arms about his interrogation, which is what he needs if he’s going to convince her that she needs to go home.

“You’re incorrigible,” she informs him.

“Not as much as you are right now,” he counters. “Come on, you know better than to be working when you’re sick. Let me call you a cab.”

She rallies, attacking her desk implements with renewed energy, like she can make him forget about her illness if she just tries hard enough. “I’m fine.”

“Sasha.”

She hesitates for just a moment, uncertainty flickering across her face, and he knows that he has her.

“I’ll call you a cab,” Tim says firmly, taking his phone out of his pocket.

Sasha lets out a put upon sigh, before shoving her things back into her bag. As soon as he gets off the phone he goes to help her, rescuing a few pens before they roll off the edge off the desk and retrieving her weekly planner from the top drawer.

“Be careful, alright?” he says mock seriously when they finish, giving her a solid pat on the shoulder. “It’s a dangerous world out there. Wouldn’t want anything to happen to you.”

She rolls her too-bright eyes and hikes her bag higher on her shoulder, a roguish smile crossing her lips, sharp despite the haze of illness. “To me? Never.”

#tma #tim&sasha #my writing #i wont tag this as h/c week just because there's very little hurt #but this is inspired by the prompt!

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spideyanakin · 3 years

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Hello There! ✨ Part 4

Peter Parker x Reader Star Wars x Avengers Au

Warnings; NED LEEDS.

Normal Masterlist 🧚🏻‍♀️

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Your mind froze. How could you have been so stupid? Of course, he and Padme were together.

“Master? Where are you going?” The curfew bells had already rung and you were making your way to your room when you saw Anakin fully dressed walking towards the door.

“Oh um, Master Yoda just sent me on a last-minute mission” You looked at him confused he didn’t ask for your help.

“You want me to come?”

“Oh no don’t worry it’s nothing serious, have a good night.” He smiled and left the Temple.

You were so confused that when you saw Obi-Wan laying in the living room reading and drinking a cup of tea you couldn’t help but get more information.

“Master Obi-Wan?” You approached him.

“Y/n! Aren't you supposed to be in bed right now?” He raised an eyebrow taking a sip of his tea.

“Oh yes, I was just making my way to my room, but um... I crossed path with Master Anakin, he said he was going to a last-minute mission. Should I be worried?”

Obi-Wan just laughed.

“Oh, who knows what that boy does. He goes out every night to ‘take get some air’. He’s been doing that since his mother died. Don’t worry about him. He never comes back hurt. I think it helps him cope with everything that’s been going on, you know?” You just nodded.

Then you thought you actually saw it.

You were running towards around the hallways trying to find an exit. You got separated from Anakin when a bunch of Separatist droids attacked you in the middle of your mission. Senator Padme had been kidnaped by them and you two were sent to save her.

You should have seen the signs, Anakin was going mental over the fact that Padme was kidnapped.

You had managed to kill all the droids that were chasing you, but that didn’t change the fact that you were lost in the multitude of hallways.

And that’s when you saw it, at least you think you did.

Padme and Anakin about to kiss. He had his hand on her cheek and the were both leaning in.

To their dismay, they were attacked by droids. At this moment you just pushed that memory away thinking it was clearly impossible they were together.

“Y/n you ok?” Ned asked breaking your thoughts

“Yeah, um continue with the story” You gulped wanting to know more.

“Ok so, then after they get married, the movie ends. Then Revenge of the Sith takes place 3 years later. So we do miss everything that we see in Clone Wars. So movie starts with Anakin and Obi-Wan going on a mission to save general Palpatine who has been captured by Count Dooku. You know who that is right?”

“Yeah” You quickly nodded. You frowned your face not remembering any of these events.

“Anyway so then Anakin caught count Dooku and also caught his lightsaber so he has his head in the middle of the two like this.” He made a cross with his arms mimicking Anakin.

“And well Anakin didn’t want to kill count Dooku but General Palpatine was like ‘DEW IT’” You laughed at his voice impression. “But Anakin was like ‘It’s not the Jedi way’” You laughed since you could clearly picture Anakin saying these words. “But then General Palpatine continued with his ‘Dew it’, that’s where the meme comes from if you didn't know. Anyway, so Anakin chopped count Dooku’s head off.”

“Wait. What? Anakin would never do that!” You looked so shocked Ned didn’t know how to answer.

“Well um, it wasn’t his first kill you know. He killed a bunch of sand people when his mother died.”

Your eyes popped wide open. You’ve heard stories of his mother getting killed by sand people, but you had no idea he took his revenge...

“Well yeah, anyway if it makes you feel better he did kind of regret killing count Dooku.”

You looked at Peter who wished he could just disappear.

“Ned, I think that’s enough.”

“No, I want to know the rest.” You knew he was talking about the future of your galaxy. Count Dooku wasn’t dead yet.

“Well, Anakin gets back from his mission and learns that Padme is-”

“Ned. I think she’s heard enough I’ll just show her the movie.”

“Peter I want to know. What does Anakin learn?” Your face turned into a frown as you were getting more and more curious.

“Well, Anakin learns that Padme is pregnant” your face drained from color. How was he going to explain this to the Jedi council was the only thing you could think of.

“Wait but does the Jedi council know?” You asked.

“Well no.”

“Not even Obi-Wan?”

“No, not even Obi-Wan, but he discovers it in the end.” He shook his head ready to continue.

“But then the same night he gets a dream that she dies in childbirth so he’s all like ‘I don’t want her to die’. but Padme keeps telling him she won’t die.”

“Wait but does she die?” You were getting more and more curious.

“I’ll get there” He laughed.

“So a bunch of stuff happens, they try to find the Sith lord. Wait you know what Siths are right?” he continued

“Yeah”

“Ok, so General Palpatine keeps telling stuff to Anakin like ‘The dark side can bring back people from the dead’ Like he tells this story about this really powerful guy who got killed by his apprentice” You knew that story. “So he kind of slowly turns Anakin’s mind to go towards the dark side. And then Anakin realizes that General Palpatine is the Sith Lord.”

“Wait, General Palpatine!?” you were shocked, all this time the Allie was the enemy.

“Yeah,” He said in the most natural way possible. “So then Anakin tells the Jedi council General Palpatine is the Sith Lord, so Mace Windu, you know who that is right?” You nodded. Mace Windu was like a father figure to you, he was one of your favorite Jedi’s on the council.

“So Master Windu goes and confronts General Palpatine, he’s about to kill him when Anakin comes in. This is one of my favorite scenes by the way. So Anakin comes in and General Palpatine begs Anakin to keep him alive he says things like ‘I can save the one you love’ so Anakin thinks for a moment and is like I wanna save Padme, so because Mace Windu is about to kill Palpatine Anakin chops his arm off and then Windu gets thrown out the windu.” He made finger guns at Peter and laughed at his own joke, but your face just fell.

You suddenly felt dizzy and didn’t know how to react, Ned just continued.

“So then Palpatine makes Anakin his new apprentice and that’s when Anakin becomes Lord Darth Vader.”

At this point, you couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think.

“So- Um. Anakin turns to the Dark Side?” These are some words you never thought you’d say.

“Yeah.” You didn’t even want to know the rest of the story.

“Is it just me or is it getting hot in here?” You shifted in your spot waving your hands for air.

“No, I feel fine” Ned replied playing with legos not seeing the panic in your eyes.

“I um. I can’t breathe.” You moved your sweater with your hands trying to cool yourself down.

“Hey, you ok?” Ned turned his head to face you.

“No, um I think I'm going to go for a walk.” You stood up and looked at Peter.

Your eyes were glossy and you felt like tearing up.

“No hey, don’t go.” Peter stood up with you and tried to hold you back.

“I um, I really need some air, I'm sorry.”

You quickly made your way through the door and down into the streets of Queens. You didn’t know where to go so you headed anywhere.

“Agh, thanks a lot, Ned.” Peter said frustrated about this situation.

“What, how is this my fault she didn’t feel well. She asked me to tell her about Star Wars and so I did!”

“Ned, I- She- AGH.” Peter pulled his hair in frustration. “I have to go after her.” He said grabbing his suit from his closet.

“Ok, I really don’t know how this is my fault,” Ned said calmly. “You like her don’t you?” He looked at Peter straight in the eyes.

“Y-Yeah” Peter nodded pressing on his spider emblem.

“You know she likes you too?”

“No, um” Peter gave a sad laugh. “It’s impossible she likes me back.”

“Bullshit.” Ned said before placing two legos together. “Now go and see what’s wrong with the girl who definitely likes you back.” He pointed to the window, and Peter left faster then he could say Star Wars.

Peter panicked as he swung through the streets, so far you were nowhere. You weren't in the nearby park, you weren't too blocks away, you weren't in any shops. He was about to give up when he saw you, sitting on a bench in a random area he hadn’t searched in yet.

Peter couldn't recognize the expression on your face, was it a mix of confusion? Sadness? Anger? He didn’t know.

“Hey um” He approached you.

“Hi spider-man,” You said barely meeting his big white eyes.

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah um- I don’t know.” You could barely get words out.

“I um, I'm confused... And angry... and- well, a little sad.” the last words were barely audible. Your face frowned as you played with the rim of your sweater.

“Well, you know, maybe it won’t happen... Maybe it was all made up and just based on a true story but the ending was changed. I mean from what you told me Anakin seems like a great guy and-”

“Peter.” he could hear the sadness in your voice. “Anakin turning to the dark side is something I never thought he would do, and I'm seriously hoping I get back to my galaxy before he does if he does, but-” You paused trying to stop the tears from falling, you were frustrated by everything because it all made sense. “But him and Padme? How was I so stupid to not see that. It was so obvious. It always has been obvious, there terrible at hiding it and the whole Jedi council is as stupid as me to not see it.” You paused. “He could of at least told me.” You sighed. “I thought he trusted me.”

‘No gift is more precious than trust’ you remembered Yoda’s words.

You wiped the tears with the sleeve of your sweater and met Peter’s eyes who were fixing you.

“I um-” Peter didn’t know what to say. “I'm sorry.” You smiled at his apology.

“You don't have to Peter. It’s not your fault.”

“Well, it kind of is. I should have stopped Ned when he said we should build the death star with you, and I should have shut him up when he started to talk about Darth Vader.” He played with his finger

“It’s not your fault. Being here, I would have found out anyway.” You gave him a sad smile.

“I’ll probably call Happy to bring me back to the compound it’s getting late.” You explained.

“Hey, why don’t I take you for a swing?” He asked hopeful you’d say yes.

“Maybe it can clear your mind?” He looked at you through his mask.

“Um, I mean, why- why not?” You were a little skeptical.

“I won’t drop you, I promise.” He handed you his hand.

“Alright then, Fear is a disease; hope is its only cure.” You said as Peter wrapped an arm around your waste.

“What did you just say?” He laughed breaking the tension.

“I said fear is a disease and hope that you don’t drop me is its only cure.” You laughed with him, and with that, he nodded his head and shot a web projecting you towards the sky.

“Voila!” He said lightly placing you on a rooftop.

“What did you just say?”

“I said ‘Voila’ it’s french Means like ‘here you go!’. Well, it doesn't literally mean here you go, but it’s like an expression.”

“Oh well, I didn’t know. We don’t have that language in our galaxy.” You smiled

“Oh right, you guys speak alien sorry.” he laughed.

“Hey!” You nudge his arm “we have multiple complex languages.”

“I bet you do” He took his mask off, you turned around a little overwhelmed by how cute he was.

“Wow”

You smiled as the sun was setting on the New York City skyline.

It was beautiful, just like the sunsets you’d see on Coruscant.

“It’s beautiful right?” Peter sat on the ledge patting the space next to him.

“What if I fall?”

“I’ll catch you.”

His face looked beautiful with the sunlight hitting it. His eyes looked like pools of honey and his curls were shinning. Suddenly the skyline didn’t even matter. Yoda and Obi wan’s words faded from your mind. If Anakin loved, maybe you could...

Peter turned his head to face you.

“Hey”

“Hey” You replied.

The city seemed to go quiet, the two of you losing yourselves in the moment. Your eyes were alternating between his lips and his eyes, and so did his. You both slowly leaned in until there was barely a gap between your lips.

“Is this ok?” Peter asked not wanting to overstep anything. He knew very well the Jedi rules.

“Honestly If Anakin can love someone, then I don’t see why I can’t” You finished the sentence by crashing your lips with his.

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disquietiswhatitis · 4 years

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Okay, so I’m watching Christopher Robin and I’m 12 minutes in and I can’t not talk about it so I’m gonna try live-blogging it and see how that goes:

-I like the look of the characters

-Though I’m more partial to Eeyore myself, I’d be willing to bet Pooh is more beloved than Spider-Man. Just a thought.

-Hayley Atwell is gorgeous and she thrives in period pieces

-You ever think about how superhero movies are so prevalent that almost everyone has been in one and whenever you see them in something else, it’s like “Hey, Black Mask is married to Peggy Carter.” (“Obi-Wan is married to Peggy Carter” is probably the more valid statement...but you get the idea.)

-Why the heck am I watching Christopher Robin fight in World War II

More to follow!

#christopher robin liveblog

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ryder-s-block · 5 years

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Jaig Eyes (Ch 24)

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Chapter Twenty-Four: Senator’s Betrayal

The droid let out a high pitched whir, throwing Redeye’s body at us. I ducked below it, hearing him crash into the boxes behind us. The droid crawled down the walling, its various spider-like legs helping it move quickly.

“Assassin probe,” I growled, drawing my second pistol. It raced towards us, a few of my blaster shots hitting it to no avail. I rolled away while Anakin swiped at its legs with his blade, taking out two of them. It didn’t slow the droid down, the probe lifting two crates and whipping them at us.

I rolled below the projectiles again, Anakin falling with a grunt behind me. I stood between the assassin probe and the jedi, firing my weapons into its optical sights. My own blasts were joined with those of the approaching clones, the droid finally falling with a defeated hiss.

“The lift!” Anakin yelled as he got to his feet, all of us turning to see a second probe wrenching open the elevator doors and running up the shaft. “Obi-wan,” Anakin called into his wrist comm as we watched the droid escape up the elevator. “There’s assassin probes down here. One made it up the lift. I’ll try to hold the others here.”

The comms beeped in acknowledgement from Kenobi’s side as we turned to the men. “There might be one left,” Anakin said, my eyes still on the downed droid. Something felt wrong. “Let’s spread out and find it.”

Tiny droids began to pour from the probe’s head, Cody’s head lights illuminating them. “Watch it!” the clone commander yelled.

We moved into a circle as the tiny droids only seemed to multiply in masses as we shot them down. Rex let out a grunt of exasperation. “They’re everywhere!”

“Get behind me,” Anakin commanded, easily slicing through the tiny droids with his saber.

“Get ‘em off!” a clone behind me cried as they droids leapt onto him. He screamed, falling beneath their deadly pincers. I dodged a horde of leaping droids, seeing R2 zapping the assassin probes.

I snatched a droid popper from Rex’s belt, throwing the detonator in the direction opposite the mechadroid. Aiming quickly with my pistol, I detonated it in the air to deactivate the leaping assassin droids before they could reach us.

Taking yet another from Rex’s belt, earning a frustrated grunt from him while doing so, I rolled beneath the next wave of leaping assassin droids. My thumb pressed down on the pin as I rolled, the popper going off in my grip. It was a weird sensation, but didn’t hurt. My wrist gauntlet and comms was certainly going to need a recharge, though.

After taking out a few last stragglers, our group relaxed, looking to Anakin as he casually sliced through the last of the crawling creatures.

“Good work, men,” he said, giving me a small smirk before looking to his droid. “You too, buddy.”

Rex grunted in thought. “Assassin droid. How did that monster end up in the hold?”

“Question is,” Anakin rectified. “Who smuggled him on board?”

“A manifest would answer that,” I offered, looking around at the endless stacks of crates. The jedi hummed in acknowledgement before leading the way through the dark maze. I glanced around in the darkness, the hairs on my neck standing on edge.

“You alright?” Rex’s quiet words drew my gaze to my side. He was looking forward, rather than at me. Discretion, of course.

“There’s more of them.”

“How can you tell?”

I shrugged, glancing around at the other clones as we came to a stop, Anakin approaching a protocol droid. “I don’t know. Don’t you feel like we’re being watched?”

Rex only hummed as Anakin leaned over the droid that was sitting casually in the light. “I’m looking for the droid that services the cargo bay,” he said, eyebrow raised at the silver machine.

“Uh, yes sir,” it responded, it’s voice deep and automated. I’d become so used to C-3PO’s higher, accented voice, that I almost laughed as it spoke. “Are all those creatures dead?”

It walked over to a crate, lifting a holopad and scrolling through it. I lifted my eyebrow while Anakin replied, frustrated.

“That’s what I’m trying to find out! You’re in charge of the cargo manifest, right?”

“Uh, yes,” it replied, its mechanical finger dragging across the touch screen. “I have it right here.”

“Why do you seem so nervous?” I asked, arms crossed beside the jedi.

“Nervous?” it repeated, walking over with the manifest. “Those creatures,” it tried to explain.

“Well, where did they come from?” Anakin interrupted, obviously pissed off with the droid’s slow behavior.

“It is right here,” the protocol droid said, making sure to sound more confident. “On the manifest.”

Anakin snatched it, looking through the manifest quickly. “For immediate delivery to Coruscant,” he mumbled, reading aloud. “With container marked medical supplies… there’s no name on this chart! There is no indication of who shipped it!”

“No sir,” the droid replied steadily. “Just the Senate stamp. Always accepted for transport here aboard the Coronet.”

Anakin frowned, but accepted the answer, nodding his head at me. “Come on. We should talk to Obi-wan.”

“With all due respect, Anakin,” I surprised the room with both my disagreement and my use of his first name. “But we don’t know how many more assassin probes are down here. I need to get my comms back up with your droid and help the men look.”

Anakin gave me a small smile as I walked him to the elevator, manifest still in his hand. “You just don’t want to have to face the duchess again.”

I chuckled. “Or that slimy senator of hers, Merrik.” I thought for a moment. “I wouldn’t even be surprised if all of this was his doing.”

He paused at the door, lifting his brow. “Why do you say that?”

I shrugged. “It had to have been a senator, due to the seal on the crate. But who else would benefit from Satine’s death? Maybe he wants power. Or is with the Death Watch.” I lifted my arms in exasperation. “I mean, they had Vizsla as a governor. He’s the damned leader of the group!”

Anakin chuckled at me as the doors hissed closed between us.

“Kida.” I turned to the sound of Rex��s voice again. He was standing alone, having already sent the other clones out looking for the assassin probes. “Whenever you’re ready.”

“Just a second.” I knelt down to the astromech that was waiting patiently by the elevator. “Hey bud. Do you want to wait for Anakin?” He beeped at me. “Okay, that’s fine. Keep your scanners up for us, in case anyone goes missing, alright?” R2 beeped again as I pulled a wire from my wrist gauntlet, offering it to him. “Care to help?”

With a few sassy whistles and whirs, the droid let me connect my gauntlet, sending an electrical pulse to recharge and reset it. I patted his head as I disconnected after a moment, standing. “Thanks, buddy.”

“You can...understand that thing?”

I chuckled as I moved to walk beside the captain, patrolling the cargo hangar. “I’ve been around all sorts of droids over my years, Rex.”

“So have I,” he defended. “But it’s not like I learned how to speak droid.”

I smirked. “Then I think that says more about you than it does me.” Despite his face being covered by his helmet, I knew he was grinning at my teasing.

He hummed, his helmet lights flickering on as we left the lighting of the main area and entered the dark maze. “Maybe it does.”

I hadn’t been with the GAR long, but Jesse, Hardcase, and Fives had been ecstatic when Rex informed them of my joining. Even Kix grinned widely at me. They all seemed to wiggle their eyebrows at me when Rex was around. I had worried for a while that they knew more than they let on.

Or maybe they knew about Rex’s feelings, rather than my own, since I always played dumb. Maybe clones had a deeper connection…like twins so often did.

Still, even the rather uptight Echo had shown his own version of excitement when I joined. He was the one who brought a can of blue paint to my shuttle I’d docked in the hangar, after all.

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“My armor has stripes along the leg, like this,” Fives explained, drawing in the air with his finger.

“And mine just has a single stripe down,” Echo cut in. “With an illustration for our brother.”

I hummed in acknowledgment, looking over my Mandalorian steel armor. It had been painted a few times in the past, most of it wearing off with use...and blaster shots. “Hevy, right?” I asked, looking up at the two brothers.

I was sitting with them amongst the crates in the hangar, the boys in their casual blacks, sipping on what they claimed to be caf. It smelled a bit too strong for that.

“Yeah,” Fives said with a grim smile.

“Can you tell me what happened?”

The clones seemed shocked, but Echo spoke up nonetheless. “He was a cadet with us. In the same squadron...We all struggled to work together in the beginning, but we figured it out.” I nodded for him to continue, knowing the tests the clones had to pass on Kamino. They were intense. Then again, how else would the Kaminoans create an incredible army?

Fives cut in now. “After graduating, we were stationed on a moon outpost that was a defense for Kamino. We were attacked by droids, all of us shinies and not really sure what to do.”

“Captain Rex and Commander Cody were scheduled for an inspection, thank the stars,” Echo butt in again. “And they ended up helping us destroy the outpost, cutting off the all-clear signal to the Republic and warning them of the attack.”

“And Hevy?”

“He sacrificed himself to blow up the outpost manually when the remote detonator didn’t work.” We all looked up at the new voice, seeing Rex clad in armor, his helmet under his arm. His face was grim, his voice low. “He was a good man. A good soldier.”

Fives cleared his throat, shifting his drink to his side. “Captain,” he greeted.

Rex waved his hand at him. “Relax,” he said, surprising our group. “Just don’t let me catch you doing it when you’re on duty. And if you get intoxicated before duty again, I’ll kick your ass.”

“Care for some, Captain?” Fives tested.

“Don’t push your luck.”

I let out a surprised laugh at the captain’s casual demeanor. Part of it was real, another part was just that he was too tired to actually reprimand the boys.

“He sounds very brave,” I commented when I sobered up, looking back at the two brothers as Rex set down his helmet.

“He was,” Fives responded before chuckling. “And a total or’dinii.” I smiled as the two laughed, beginning to share stories of stupid things their deceased brother had done. After a while, they fell into talking to each other more so than me.

I glanced at Rex, giving him a smile. “How do you suggest I paint my armor?”

“Aren’t you technically in Kenobi’s battalion?” I could tell he meant to tease, but it came out as more of a bark. I lifted my eyebrow at him. “Sorry,” he sighed.

I looked away from him and back at my armor, not particularly upset, but not entirely peachy either. “You know,” I said slowly, my eyes still scanning over my armor. “Even though the Good Captain won’t have any.” I finally looked up, my eyes flickering to Fives and Echo’s cups. “I think I’d like some.”

The grumpy Rex practically seethed above me, making me look up at him. I gave him an innocent look. “What? I’m part of Kenobi’s battalion, remember?”

The other two clones shifted uncomfortably as Rex’s jaw flexed in frustration. Fives cleared his throat. “Echo, didn’t we have some… some...uhhhh…”

“Chores?” Echo tried, shaking his head. “Drills. Yes. We have...drills to run.”

I fought off my smile, pressing my lips into a thin line as they lifted themselves to their feet. Fives downed the rest of his drink in front of us, almost breaking my Sabacc face. Echo, however, shifted uncomfortably before quickly setting the half-drank cup down beside me.

“You can have the rest of mine, Kida.” He gave me a tense smile before practically dragging Fives away.

“Hey, before you go,” I called after them, making the pair pause awkwardly. “Rex used a Mando’a word the other day that I didn’t recognize.” Beside me, the captain tensed. “Could you translate for--”

“Do not ask,” Rex cut in curtly, his jaw tense. I lifted my eyebrow at him, opening my mouth to continue anyways. “That’s an order.”

I was shocked, to say the least, but decided my teasing was pushing the stressed clone a bit too far. “Right,” I mumbled, looking back to Fives and Echo. “Nevermind, guys.”

The pair’s gazes darted between us in curiosity before they finally left, desperate to remove themselves from their Captain’s clearly shit mood. I smirked when they were out of sight, leaving Rex and I hidden between the crates and my shuttle. I shifted quickly to snatch up Echo’s drink, taking a long sip.

I coughed in surprise, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “This tastes like shit.”

“Serves you right.” While Rex’s voice was still harsh, I sensed that he was at least attempting another joke.

I leaned back against the crate, holding the nasty liquor defiantly. “It sounds like you need it more than I do.” I patted the space next to me on the ground. “Come on,” I sighed when he hesitated. “You don’t have to drink. At least sit down and help me decide how to paint my armor.”

Finally, with a grunt, Rex sat beside me, careful to not let our legs touch. I rolled my eyes, lifting my shoulder guard that had the red kyr’bes. I went about painting over it with the paint and brush Echo had given me. The captain was silent, watching me work, his face tired.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked suddenly. I was expecting that question, my brush still moving smoothly over the Mandalorian steel.

“Do you think I’d be doing it if I wasn’t?”

The clone hesitated. “N-no. But...a life of war?”

“So? You can choose this life, but I can’t?” I lifted my brow at him, earning another scowl. I sighed finally, returning my attention to the paint, ignoring Rex.

“Why would you want a life like this?”

“You seem to like it just fine.” My tone was steady, but a bit cold, I’d admit.

The captain breathed slowly through his nose. “It’s all I’ve ever known, Kida.”

I took the chance to stop painting and look him in his golden eyes. “You know that my life has been the same. I’ve always been fighting.”

“But you have your club now. A family.”

“Don’t assume, Rex,” I warned, painting angrily now. I didn’t care about design, instead choosing to accent my armor however I wished.

He was silent for a moment while he thought. “Do you believe in the cause of the Republic?”

I smiled gently as I worked. “Maybe? But I also can see where the Separatist Alliance is coming from.” Rex seemed startled, but I only chuckled at him with a shrug. “I mean, think about it. You can’t deny that the Senate is corrupt.”

Rex grunted in response, examining his gloves. “I can’t really comment on that. It’s not my place.”

“Fine,” I growled lowly. “Then I will. Even Padme admits that it’s corrupt. So instead of fighting like Padme does, the Separatists had enough and wanted to be out of the Republic control.”

“Isn’t it more honorable to fight from within?”

“Maybe,” I shrugged. “I couldn’t say. But as much as I admire Padme, she can only do so much. You can’t put a fire out from inside the house.”

“What?”

“It’s a saying.”

He hummed, doing his best to piece everything together. “I suppose,” he allowed, finally. “But that doesn’t change the fact that the Separatists are bad.”

“From your perspective,” I corrected, giving him a gentle smile. “They see themselves in the right, just as you do. Admittedly,” I sighed. “They are guided by a dark force that they don’t understand. Still…” My teeth teased my lips. “I can’t shake the feeling that there is something missing in this war. A driving force that is keeping itself hidden.”

“The jedi call it the dark side.”

I chuckled. “I know what it’s called.” Rex didn’t respond, giving me a wondering look before looking back at his gloves. “What’s wrong?” I sighed at him, returning to painting.

“I just...I don’t get how you can be so understanding of the Separatists, but still side with the Republic.”

I hummed to myself, smiling gently. “My family is with the Republic.”

“The club?”

“No, Rex. I told you not to assume.”

The clone thought for a moment. “Boba hasn’t sided with anyone. He’s been seen running around with bounty hunters. If anything, he’d more likely lean towards-”

“I’m not talking about Boba,” I bit, before regaining my composure with a long breath. “I love Boba. But right now, my little brother wants nothing to do with me. When he needs me,” I sighed. “I’ll be here for him. But for now, I want to protect what’s left of Jango. What’s left of my family.”

He thought for a moment, regarding me with his golden gaze, before it dawned on him. If I dared to think it, it almost seemed like the captain flushed a slightly darker shade than his usual tan skin. I let it go, giving him a gently smile while brushing my paintbrush across the Mandalorian steel.

“As flattering as that is,” he started, his voice strained. Despite the steps that we’d taken on Saleucami, Rex was still hesitating. Especially now that we were back in the environment of the GAR. Cut’s home had been an escape for us both. Sure, the war had followed us, even there, but amongst all of the discourse and fighting, there was the promise of possibility. Seeing Cut and Suu...it was the definition of hope for a clone...especially one who was in love with a bounty hunter. “We’re just clones,” Rex continued, pulling me out of my thoughts. “We’re made to be expendable.”

I paused in my painting, only halfway through my first piece. Slowly setting the materials down, I looked at the captain straight in the eyes, my gaze hard. “Never let them convince you that that’s true,” I said harshly. “None of you are expendable. Not you. Not your brothers.”

Rex smiled at me gently, his eyes soft. “I appreciate that sentiment, Kida,” he whispered, his gloved hand reaching out to touch my cheek before pulling away a moment later. He was like a child that touched a hot stove and got burned, only to continuously forget and keep touching it. Like an addict knowing that indulging was wrong. “But we are a product. Trained to fight, and to die, if need be.”

I set my jaw, pulling away from him and standing, leaving my armor on the ground. “You’re a man,” I argued firmly, glaring at Rex now. “Maybe a clone, but a man, nonetheless. You’re not just numbers. Even if others see you that way, don’t see yourselves that way, because it isn’t true.”

“Kida,” he sighed. He was flattered, but I could feel that his heart wasn’t moving. He was just as prepared to die as any of his brothers. I wasn’t having that.

“Stop,” I growled, stomping my foot like a toddler. “You’re not expendable. Not to me.” I handed my cup of liquor to him harshly as my voice dropped. “Drink until you start relaxing enough to realize that’s true.”

I turned on my heel, storming away from my own shuttle and leaving the captain to stew in his grumpy, albeit surprised, thoughts.

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I smiled gently to myself as Rex and I moved through the dark halls of crates. I’d gone back to my shuttle the next morning to find my armor laid out neatly, all of it accented beautifully with 501st blue. A note was beside my chest piece in sloppy handwriting.

Thank you - R

“What has you smiling?” the clone in question asked, drawing me from my memories.

“I was just thinking about your impeccable design skills,” I teased, rounding the next corner with him, pistols held out before me.

He chuckled, his mind likely debating between a deflection and a snarky comment. Finally, with a sigh, he said, “I’m glad you like it.”

I thought for a moment. “How did painting your armor start?”

Rex shrugged. “It’s tradition, I suppose. Maybe stemming back the Jango’s roots?” I hummed. Mandalorians were known for creating matching armor in a family or tribe. “But we’ve always separated battalions and groups by color. Like how Skywalker’s is blue, Kenobi’s being yellow.”

“Sure,” I agreed as we rounded another corner still finding nothing. “But what about individual designs? You all paint them yourselves. Why?”

“Individuality, I suppose,” he sighed, knowing where I’d go with it.

“So Cut was right?”

“Don’t start.”

I chuckled, knowing that with each passing day, he was understanding what Cut had talked about more and more. While he still may not agree with deserting, he did understand an underlying urge for individuality, choice, and something more. My chuckle was cut short as something wavered in the force, my steps slowing.

Rex stopped ahead of me, his visor turning to watch my stilled movements. “What’s wrong?” he asked, already starting to read my tells for my force sensitivity.

“I’m not sure. Kenobi’s distressed. Something’s happening upstairs.”

Just as I finished talking, Cody turned into our strip of stacked crates, greeting us with a nod. “What’s happening?” he asked at our still stances.

“Kida thought she heard something,” Rex lied smoothly, surprising even me with the ease in which he told it.

The commander nodded, falling into line with us as we walked through the darkening halls. Our comms beeped.

“Cody. Rex. Kida,” Anakin said through the signal, his presence emanating from somewhere nearby. “Have you found anything?”

“All quiet over here, sir,” Rex said, his back turning as he walked beside Cody, myself following their search lamps.

We heard a skitter, all of us turning abruptly. “Wait a minute,” Cody mumbled, the light on his visor dipping to reveal a clone’s helmet. He picked it up slowly, Rex and him looking inside. Cody let off two shots into the air as he fell backwards, a miniature assassin droid attacking his helmet.

Rex immediately ran to his brother’s side, pulling the droid off only to have it race across his own armor. More began to sprout around us, my pistols aiming as they leapt from the crates above. I took out the ones raining down, away of one crawling its way of my leg, jabbing at the gaps in my armor painfully.

The hum of Anakin’s lightsaber sounded as he raced around the crates, slicing the droids on his men’s visors before taking out the one on my leg. I finished off the remaining ones as they fell through the air, turning to see R2 zap a droid off of Rex’s arm.

“Thanks, little guy,” the captain panted, nodding at the astromech.

“Well, we found the little ones,” Anakin mused, sheathing his lightsaber and watching his men find their feet. “What about the mother?”

“Haven’t seen it,” Rex said easily, my senses flaring up as he spoke. A mechanical screech sounded, all of us barely having time to turn before it lunged at Rex, throwing him across the room.

“Rex!” I cried, running with Anakin and Cody to see the droid try to drive its sharp appendages down into the captain. He caught them, shoving the droid off him with his foot. He turned over to shoot at it as it ran at him again, my own pistols raising to fire at its red ocular sights. It reeled backwards under our fire, rushing to crawl up the wall.

Anakin’s lightsaber flew past me, taking out the droid’s legs and sending it crashing to the ground. Rex, having found his feet and determined to get back at the thing that downed him, hurried to the droid, planted its foot on the top, and let off several rounds of shots into its head.

He looked back and nodded at us, a smirk rising to my face. Admittedly, he was attractive when he was like that. I shook the thought away, both out of internalized embarrassment and the pressing urgency I felt from upstairs through the force.

“Alright,” Anakin said, his commanding voice back. “That should be all of them. Rex, Cody,” he turned to his commanding officers. “Station men at every escape pod and get scouting parties upstairs to search for the duchess.”

“Search for the-” I stopped myself, shaking my head. “Where did she go?”

“Merrik is the traitor,” the jedi explained to me as we hurried towards the lift, Cody and Rex calling their men. “He took Satine hostage.”

I thought as we all rose in the lift towards the higher floors. Despite the situation, I chuckled. “I should have placed a bet on Merrik being the one.”

To everyone’s surprise, Anakin chuckled. “You called it.” When the doors opened, Rex and Cody rushed out to station their men, Anakin starting off in another direction. He stopped when I hesitated. “Are you coming? We need to find Obi-wan.”

“No,” I thought aloud. “I’m going to the bridge. If an attack is coming, they need to be warned and guarded.” Anakin nodded, letting me race my way through the elaborately decorated halls of the Coronet.

The ship shifted, only slightly. And to anyone else, there was no change at all. But I’d been on many jobs on many ships. I knew when one felt like it had dropped out of hyperspace.

And we were scheduled for arrival for some time.

I knew even before I approached the long hall, the closed door at the end, that the bridge was already compromised. I was prepared for it, my pistols raised. What I wasn’t ready for was the voice I heard behind the door.

“Senator Merrik,” I heard a voice say. It was automated, but more so than a normal hologram. The man was wearing a helmet. Even with all the modulation, I’d know the voice anywhere. “Have you completed your mission?”

“Yes sir,” I heard Merrik responded, coupled by the struggling grunts of Duchess Satine. “I have the duchess, but I’ll need help getting her away.”

“Very good,” the voice said with glee as I approached the door slowly, my nerves aflame with apprehension. The scar along my cheekbone practically ached from the sound of the man’s voice. “Reinforcements are on their way.”

“Kenobi,” I whispered into my comms. “Bridge. Now.”

As my comms beeped in acknowledgement from Obi-wan, I burst through the door, pistols aimed at Merrik. The traitorous senator whirled, holding his pistol to Satine’s head. Behind the two, floated the large blue hologram of Vizsla himself, clad in his Death Watch armor.

“Let the duchess go,” I growled, ignoring the hologram as well as I could under his examining gaze. The bridge crew was dead and I could tell that some tampering had gone on under one of the consoles. Wonderful.

Merrik smirked at me. “You have no leverage,” he taunted.

“I could always shoot you,” I growled in response, fighting against my own urges to cry, vomit, and kill everyone in the room. I hadn’t been that rattled in some time. Then again, Vizsla was on the higher end of the spectrum of ‘people who scarred me.’

Speaking of, the hologram of Vizsla let out a low him, his dark visor lowering to regard me closer. He spoke, my blood turning to ice in my veins at his words.

“Don’t I know you?”

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MANDO’A

Or’dinii-- moron, fool

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Peter Parker x Reader | Come and Get Me, Spider Boy🕷

Prompt: You are an Avenger that goes to the same school as Peter Parker. When fighting crime you are known as Angel Wisp but when you’re at school you’re just (Y/N) (L/N). You don’t know that Peter is Spider-Man and you may have developed a small crush on the adorkable nerd.

Rating: M

Genre: Fluff, slight angst

Warnings: Jealousy

Word Count: -

Time to Read: -

“Hey, (Y/N),” Cap walks into your room whilst your packing your bag for school.

“Oh, hi, Cap. Just getting ready, where’s Bruce? He’s supposed to take me to school today.” You informed him, slipping into a black hoodie.

“Surprise! I’m taking you. Bruce is caught up at the lab so he’ll pick you up.” Cap said. You nodded and slung your bag over your shoulder and looked up at Cap with a smirk.

“Can we take Tony’s car?” You asked early.

“Yeah, that’ll be fine!” Tony calls from the lab and you giggle.

“Let’s go, Capsicle!” You cheered and ran outside the compound. Steve shook his head and chuckled as he grabbed the keys off the bench and unlocked the car. He got into the driver’s seat and started up the car.

“So, anyone caught your eye at school yet?” he asked with a smirk and you blushed.

“N-No!” You exclaimed and he nudged you.

“Are you sure?” He teased and you rolled your eyes.

“Just drive, Old man,” You pouted and crossed your arms.

»»————-🕷————-««

You had reached the school and he parked the car. You thanked Steve and undid your seat belt and swung your bag over your shoulders.

“Hey!” Steve called out and you turned around.

“What is it?” You rolled your eyes playfully and walked over to his side of the car. He rolled down the window and laughed.

“You forgot something,” he said and you rolled your eyes and placed a kiss on his cheek.

“Bye, Gramps!” You sang and walked off. Steve smiled but didn’t drive off just yet. He watched as you walked into school and you smiled at a boy who was entering. Peter Parker. Steve smiled to himself at how happy he made you from just being there. You sped up your pace toward him calling his name. He noticed you and smiled and greeted you. You started telling him about how you actually did your homework for once but you noticed he wasn’t paying attention to you. His gaze was on Liz Allen. You stopped talking and frowned. Steve noticed this and he frowned too. He sighed to himself and drove away.

“She’s so pretty, isn’t she?” Peter sighed and you look down at your red high tops and kicked at the broken concrete.

“Well, I mean, I guess so...” you mumbled tugging on the end of your hoodie. You looked back up at Peter who was still staring at her. You could never be her. No matter if you had powers and she didn't.You felt a surge of jealousy and sadness. You bit your lip and chewed on it. Ned came over to you two and you smiled. “Hey, Ned.” You hugged him and he chuckled.

“Hey (Y/N)! Nice to see you!” He exclaimed and you giggled. You noticed Peter walking into the direction of Liz. The two stood there as Liz’s friends walked away teasing them. You overheard Liz telling Peter about a party and you looked away. He looked so happy. You sighed and walked into the school and to your locker.

»»————-🕷————-««

You finished placing your belongings in your locker and getting things for your next class when you heard the obnoxious laugh and snickering of a certain school bully. You rolled your eyes and you turned around only to be met with Flash’s boring face.

“What do you want, Flash?” You spat as he smirked at you.

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed? Or just,” He paused and leaned into your ear, “jealous?” You scoffed and he chuckled. You slammed your locker closed and walked off. He caught up to you and tried to keep up with your fast pace. “Look, Princess,” He began and you stopped walking. You glared at him.

“Make it quick.” You muttered and he smirked again.

“You like that nerd, Peter Parker, right?” He said and you blushed slightly and bit the inside of your cheek. “And I don’t. At all.” He gave you a cocky smirk and crossed his arms.”How about you and I pretend to date and you make Parker jealous and I get my revenge.” The offer took you off guard and your eyes widened slightly.

“I-I don’t know, Flash... Peter will never-” Flash cut you off by pushing you against the wall and pressing his face close to yours and the pair of you appeared to be kissing. Yuck. You had your eyes opened in surprise and you understood why he did it. Peter walked past the pair of you and hesitated. He stood there awkwardly and coughed to get your attention. Flash smirked and turned around to face Peter with his arm around your waist.

“What do you want, Penis Parker?” He asked eyeing Peter up and down with a disgusted look. Peter shifted uncomfortably and you elbowed Flash in the ribs to get him to stop. “Ow,” Flash muttered and dropped the arm around your waist and placed it on his rib.

“I need to talk to (Y/N),” Peter said looking at you. You nodded and walked toward Peter. The pair of you started to walk toward your classroom in silence for a few moments. “Flash? Really?” He says looking at you with a quirked eyebrow. Your eyes darted around the room whilst you dove deep into your brain to try and find an excuse.

“Well...He’s nice once you get to know him I guess...” Your eyes locked with Peter’s enchanting brown eyes that seemed to be made of warm, cocoa and chocolate as you trailed off. You blinked rapidly, forcing yourself to not be hypnotised by his natural beauty and charm. He didn’t seem satisfied with your response but didn’t try to pry any more information out of you. He opened the door to the science lab and sat down in his usual spot next to Ned. You made your way to the back of the class and sat down next to Flash. Flash gave you a smirk and placed his arm on the back of your chair. You rolled your eyes and tried to ignore the absolute imbecile sitting next to you. Peter glanced back at you two and then turned to face the front, not being able to read his emotion.

»»————-🕷————-««

The day was long. The day sucked. You were tired and wanted nothing but to slump on the comfy leather sofa with Thor and watch some stupid sci-fi movie. You were currently sitting on the cracked and cold concrete stairs near the carpark waiting for Bruce to finally decide to pick you up. You sigh as you turn off your phone after checking it for any messages or notifications. You heard footsteps jog toward you and you turn your head slightly to see Flash. you rolled your eyes for what seems like the millionth time that day.

“What is it, Flash?” You asked with a pissed off tone. He handed you a piece of paper and you opened it. It was an invitation to Liz’s party. You looked up at him and handed it back. “What’s that got to do with me?” You mumbled and turned your head to the carpark. He shoved it back into your hands and sat down next to you.

“You go, get dressed up, impress Penis and then you can have your boyfriend.” He said quickly. You raised an eyebrow and felt your face heat up slightly.

“Surely there’s a catch, I mean, it’s you!” You exclaimed and ran a hand through your (H/L) (H/C) locks. He chuckled and knelt into your ear. You leaned back at his actions.

“The satisfaction of making Penis jealous of me is more than enough, Princess,” He whispered and you turned your head away from him only to be met with the eyes of Bruce in the driver seat of Tony’s car with Steve, Thor and Bucky stuffed into the back seats. You gasped and pushed Flash off of you and swung your bag over your shoulder.

“Fuck you, Thompson.” You hiss under your breath and make your way over the passenger side of Tony’s car. You got in and put on your seat belt and crossed your arms pettily. The car was silent except the occasional complain from Bucky that Thor spread his legs too much.

“So, (Y/N), who was that guy?” Bruce asked tapping his hands along to the beat of Take My Breath Away by QUEEN.

“No one.” You said scrolling through your Instagram. You felt Steve push himself against the back of your chair and he crossed his arms.

“Well, little (Y/N) here has a soft spot for a different guy. If I were to guess, you’re trying to make him jealous.” Steve smirked and Bruce chuckled.

“Ah, young love,” Thor said unknowingly leaning against Bucky.

“Piss off,” Bucky muttered and elbowed Thor. You couldn't help but chuckle slightly and you put your phone in your pocket. Steve noticed the piece of paper in your hand and he snatched it out.

“Hey!” You exclaimed and turned around to grab it back but Steve was out of your grasp. He unravelled the crinkled paper and read it aloud.

“Come to (Liz’s address) at 9:30pm till 1:00am this Friday in your best dress for a full night of partying.” He said and you growled. He chuckled and put the invitation into his pocket. “I’ll think about it.” He said and you huffed in annoyance. A few minutes passed in silence as you gazed out your window and hummed along quietly to Bruce’s CD that was only QUEEN.

‘What a legend,’ You thought and smiled slightly. A thought passed through your mind and you sat up and turned to the boys in the back. “So why are the three of you here?” You asked. Bruce laughed and told the story.

“I was just about to pick you up when I got a call from Steve telling me that they missed their bus from the city.” You giggled and Buck rolled his eyes.

“And what about Thor?” You asked and Thor was about to answer but Bruce cut him off.

“Something about it being a ‘great bonding experience with fellow Avengers’,” Bruce said and you laughed.

»»————-🕷————-««

You finally arrived at the compound and you flopped onto the couch in exhaustion. You heard Wanda and Nat come into the room holding a sheet of paper you recognised as the invention you rolled your eyes and facepalmed.

‘Damn you, Rogers,’ You mentally growled and looked up at Nat and Wanda.

“Party, huh? Let’s get you all dressed up!” Wanda cheered and dragged you to her room.

“Alright let’s see what we have here...” Nat mumbled flicking through Wanda’s clothes. “Here,” She said and handed you a dress. You eyed it and walked into the bathroom and changed into it. You came out and spun around and smiled.

“It’s very beautiful but maybe too much,” You said and Wanda and Nat nodded.

“I wore that on Vision and I’s 1-year anniversary,” Wanda swooned and giggled like a school girl. You smiled and walked over to them. “How about this one?” Wanda suggested and handed it to you. You skipped to the bathroom, pleased with your change of mood. You got out and you looked into the mirror and twirled and look at your reflection, smiling.

“I love it!” You exclaimed and hugged Nat and Wanda. The three of you fell into a fit of giggles and shortly settled down.

»»————-🕷————-««

You had eaten dinner, freshened up, got dressed and your make up was done by Wanda and your hair (short hair) by Nat. You stared at your reflection and you smiled. You looked and felt beautiful. You walked out of your bedroom and called out to Tony.

“Tony! Start up the car, I’m ready!” You yelled and Nat and Wanda walk toward you. You hear Tony yell a reply and the three of you walked to the car.

The ride was filled with a giggly Wanda and a salty Tony. You smiled as Tony’s car pulled up to the house. The music blasted and people from school swarmed around. You waved goodbye to everyone and kissed each of them on the cheek, even Tony. You walked up to the door and took in a deep breath. You were about to knock but a familiar face opened it. Flash. He leaned up against the door frame and smirked, looking you up and down.

“Hey, Princess,” He said and you rolled your eyes and pushed passed him. You walked into the house, a little lost but you saw the back of Ned’s head.

“Ned!” You called and he turned around and smiled.

“(Y/N)!” He replied and hugged you. “You look great!” He exclaimed and you laughed.

“Thanks. Nice hat!” You said. You couldn’t help yourself. It was a very nice hat! Ned smiled and thanked you. You were about to ask him where Peter was but you answered your own question. He was talking with Liz. He looked flushed and kept stuttering. You frowned and made your way to over to Peter. You stood there awkwardly as you waited for the conversation to die so you could jump in. It didn’t.

»»————-🕷————-««

You waited a few minutes before feeling a lump in your throat. You but your lip and left to go outside. You found yourself sitting on the roof of the shed staring out across the town. You sighed and batted your eyelashes to keep your tears from falling. You suddenly heard someone on the roof too. It was too dark to see who it who but they were wearing a very skin tight suit and they were talking to themselves quietly. You stared at them for a moment before looking away. You closed your eyes again but a faint sound of a boom caught your attention. You looked to the horizon to see a puff of blue explosion and your eyes widened. You fumbled with the braclet Tony has made for you that contains your suit. It lit up in a glowing gold light for a second before the suit started to form around your body. You searched around in your clutch purse for your solid black bandana and you tied it around the lower half of you face. You used your magic to make your wings appear then with one massive beat of them, you took off. One thing you did not notice was that the mysterious man was gone too.

»»————-🕷————-««

You flew as fast as you could to the area you saw the blue light from and you tucked in your wings and dove straight down. You landed slightly on the ground and turned to see a van a multiple men standing around it holding a high tech gun. Your eyes widened and you hid from their sight. You reached into your pocket and pulled out your other mask and placed it on. You heard the AI boot up and you smiled.

“Good evening, Miss (L/N).” FRIDAY said. You asked FRIDAY to run a facial recognition and she scanned their faces to no avail. You peeled around the corner and noticed a man, a spider man, hanging from the roof of the bridge. He spotted you too and you locked eyes. You had heard stories of the famous Spider-Man so you knew he was not foe. You held back attacking the criminals to see what he could do and he did.

There was quite a bit of fighting and you helped the spider kick their asses. Before you knew it, Spider-Man was taken away by a bird like figure. You were startled and you raced after the two. It was an unsteady fight and ended with Spider-Man in the pond and an angry Tony. When he called Tony he rolled his eyes and scolded Spider-Man.

“You know better.” He said and the. Turned to talk to you. “Hey!” He said overly cheerful to you and you smiled back. Tony’s suit left and that left the two of you in the middle of the night. The first few moments went by silently but it was broken by the spider.

“Who are you?” He asked and you giggled.

“I should ask you the same thing.” He rolled his eyes and chucked. You smiled at him and pulled the bandana back over your face. You moved the mask that was still on a little and you prepared to take off.

“Wait! You can’t leave!” He asked and you looked over your shoulder.

“Come and get me, Spider-Boy.”

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