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elisaphoenix13 · 2 years

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Somebody To Love (Ch.2)

"Peter, I'm pregnant."

Peter snaps out of his inner turmoil with a sputter and he looks at Cassie with wide eyes. "I...what?! How's that possible?! We haven't--"

"I'm not. But you weren't listening so I was trying to get your attention. You were off in your own little world so I had to stoop to that level. How dare you." Cassie teases.

"Ugh. Sorry. There's just...a lot." Peter says looking around the mall.

It wasn't a total lie. Valentine's Day was the day for baked goods, chocolate, and women -- and even some men -- to use their gifts of perfume and cologne. The noise along with the overwhelming smells were threatening to send Peter into sensory overload. But that wasn't the only reason Peter was out of it.

"Do we need to go outside?" Cassie asks softly and Peter shakes his head.

"No. I'm good! It's just taking me a little bit to adjust like usual." Which was the truth. "Where did you want to go next?"

"Well, before you so kindly tuned me out…" Peter winces but Cassie smiles at him. She was only joking. "I was saying that I would like to go to that new store that opened up. It's supposed to have cookies, small cakes, and other things. I've heard it's really good."

"If we do, you'll have to get Mom something chocolate because he'll smell it on you a mile away." Peter jokes and laughs when Cassie slaps his arm.

"He's not that bad!" Cassie huffs and then sighs when Peter continues to laugh. "Okay, he kind of is. He even knows when one of us is sick without leaving a room."

"Oh yeah, that happened last night apparently. Mom woke up in the middle of the night and somehow knew Thomas was sick." Peter tells her as she leads the way to the bakery. "Thomas calls it his Valentine's curse. I guess he gets sick every year on Valentine's Day."

"Maybe he's heart sick."

"That's cheesy even for you...and I'm pretty sure Thomas doesn't care about any of that."

Cassie shrugs. "Nothing wrong with that."

Peter agrees with a hum and when they step into the bakery, he almost has to step back out. It was like he was hit with a wall of mixed smells ranging from the baked goods and the perfumes the customers were wearing and it was potent. He managed to take a couple of deep breaths though and keep himself from having sensory overload. The line wasn't too long and when it was their turn, he was sure Cassie was going to buy out the entire store.

"A couple of those triple chocolate brownies, some of those heart cookies for the girls...and--oh! A pound of the chocolate covered coffee beans for Tony! Then some--"

Peter couldn't help but snicker. Cassie always thought of everyone when she visited a store like this, and especially made sure that the girls would also get something for Valentine's Day. Of course, it was all coming out of Peter's wallet, but he didn't mind. He loved how thoughtful his girlfriend was and he had so much money that he didn't even know what to do with it most of the time. His parents were generous with their allowances.

He enjoyed listening to Cassie order more and more treats, making the clerk extremely happy in the process, until he suddenly got a whiff of peppermint. He had to quickly take out his wallet and hand it to Cassie. "I'm going to wait out by the benches."

Cassie looks back at him and nods as she takes his wallet. "Okay. Do you want anything?"

"Sure. You know what I like." Peter says before making a quick retreat out of the shop. He takes a couple of deep breaths when he's far enough away and fortunately feels his nausea ebb away.

Peppermint wasn't really common outside of December, but it was a bakery so it was more common to be there year round. Maybe there was peppermint bark or peppermint patties.

Cassie walked out a few minutes later with a large paper bag in her arms to add to the many that Peter was already holding. "Was it the peppermint?" She asks.

"Yeah. Sorry. Where to now?"

"I think I've had enough of the mall today," she admits. "Want to head home?"

"I'd rather drive around for a bit before we go from one chaotic place to another." Peter answers as they walk for the doors. The bakery was actually close to where they parked so it didn't take them long to get outside and for Peter to take a deep breath of fresh air.

No overwhelming perfumes.

They put their bags in the trunk of the car when they arrived, and once they got in the car, Peter turned it on and backed out of the spot and left the parking lot. He took all the quieter scenic routes through the city, which were admittedly very few, but it gave him a chance to wind down. He enjoyed listening to Cassie jokingly review some of the treats she had bought after trying them, and she even reached over to stuff a mini heart cookie in his mouth.

"So? What do you think?" Cassie wonders and Peter chews thoughtfully.

"Hmm...yours are definitely better." He answers as he turns down the street to head back to the tower.

"Brown-noser." Cassie laughs.

Peter grins. "Okay, okay. They are pretty good compared to other places I've been. Think Mom will like his brownies?"

"I don't think I've ever seen him turn his nose up at any kind of chocolate."

They both laugh as Peter pulls into the garage and parks, finding that Harley and William were also home as well when he saw his older brother's car. Peter and Cassie got out, retrieved their bags, and took the elevator up to the family floor where Cassie immediately deposited the large paper bag on the counter. Stephen turns to look at it and raises an eyebrow.

"What exactly did you buy?" He asks.

"A bakery. There are some triple chocolate brownies in there for you, chocolate covered coffee beans for Tony, and heart cookies for the girls. Everything else is for whoever wants it." Cassie explains.

"This family really is trying to give me diabetes." Stephen sighs, but he smiles. "Thank you Cassie."

"You're welcome!" She takes Peter's hand and walks upstairs to his room with him where they deposit the rest of the bags on the bed.

He wasn't even sure what was in most of them.

"I don't know why we even put these here." Cassie says as she grabs the bags again and takes them off the bed to put out of the way on the floor. "How about a movie?"

"As long as it's not the Notebook." Peter snorts as he falls back onto his bed.

"Ugh no. That movie is overrated." She sits with her legs crossed next to him and grabs the remote, finding a movie, and putting it on just as Tibbs jumps onto the bed with a piece of paper in his mouth. "Hey Tibbs, did you get into Dia's paper again?"

Peter watches with bated breath as Cassie takes the paper from the feline, and she raises an eyebrow when she notices that it wasn't just any scrap of paper. It was folded and clearly had something written inside. When she opened it, Cassie went rigid and her eyes widened as her mouth went slack. Peter sat up when she didn't move after a few more moments and he yelped in surprise when she suddenly turned and dove into his arms with a tight hug. He actually had to throw his arm out and use his spider grip so they wouldn't tumble off the bed and to the floor.

"Oh my god! Yes!" Cassie cups his face and kisses him as Tibbs bats the note around until it falls to the floor, its words exposed.

Will you marry me?

Cassie only saw the ring after she calmed down enough to see that Tibbs was wearing it on his collar.

#mama bear au #cassie lang #peter parker #spidersting

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funkylittlebidiot · 3 years

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The Sound of Spring

One-shot as requested by @elisaphoenix13 :) Had a lot of fun trying to cram in as many characters as possible but i sure as hell can’t deal with more than four at any given time ✌🏼Also a surprisingly educational fic but don’t take my words for gospel i’m but a meagre dumbass

“Are you sure?” Cassie asked, being diligent by looking Bucky straight in the eyes and pout just the right amount. It wasn’t often Cassie had to beg for things she wanted, but she wasn’t opposed to it. Especially when the reward would be grand.

“Am I sure I don’t want to spend an entire week preparing a thousand cupcakes?” Bucky replied with a smirk as he turned a page in the paper he was reading, immune to her pitying look. “No can do. I don’t love baking that much. Nice try, kid, but you’re not half as adorable as my younger sister used to be.”

“Ugh, alright,” Cassie huffed, scrunching her nose in annoyance. She leaned back onto the couch cushions, glaring at her folder. “Then I guess we won’t have authentic cupcakes for our dance.”

“I guess you won’t.” Bucky took a bite of his apple, returning his attention to the newspaper he was reading. He still preferred the original print, a fact she knew bothered Tony. Cassie, on the other hand, understood holding on to familiar things. She still had plenty of stuff from when she lived in San Fran or from the cabin with Tony. It wasn’t the same, of course, but she could imagine how the super soldier must feel sometimes. “You do know cupcakes haven’t changed in the last 90 years.”

“It’s the thought that counts,” Cassie countered, grabbing a pencil and writing down some changes in her plans. The bakery in Soho should do, then, and it’s not like the budget was an issue. “How are the tickets coming along?”

She let her gaze shift up from her notes so she could catch William’s eyes, who dutifully glanced over at Thomas’ computer screen. “He’s playing bubble shooter.”

“Thomas!” Cassie groaned, reaching behind her for one of the throws and hurling them at Thomas’ head. She missed, of course, but once again - thought that counts. “They have to be finished by tomorrow night, so we can get them printed on time!”

Thomas rolled his head back so Cassie could see his eyes. He was lying upside down on the Langs’ couch - at least his shoes weren’t on the pillows - and Cassie’s laptop was balanced precariously on his lap. “Don’t worry; I’ll get it do-“

Thomas stopped mid-sentence, face frozen, brows furrowing. Cassie was about to ask what was wrong, but it was quickly disturbed by Thomas sneezing loudly, causing the laptop to lose its balance and flop down onto the couch seat before tumbling onto the carpet. The sneeze was followed twice more for good measure before he groaned in annoyance. The speedster cursed at the ceiling in such a way that had Cassie instinctively look around to make sure Dia nor the younger ones were within hearing distance.

Cassie frowned at the strong reaction and stood up to make sure her laptop was okay - which it luckily was - but her attention was caught as she noticed William’s grin.

The other twin’s smile was impish like she’d never seen before, as he turned a ‘loving’ grin towards his brother, placing his hand on his chest as if it was a touching moment. “Ah, the sound of spring.”

“Fuck you.” Thomas countered, sounding a bit more nasally than usual, but William had already blinked away. He reappeared next to the window a few seconds later, closed it, and had apparently stopped upstairs to grab Thomas a pill bottle, which he handed over to him.

Thomas opened it and swallowed two pills as William went to sit down again.

“Steve used to have allergies,” Bucky mused from his seat in the lounge chair. Cassie had almost forgotten he was there. It wasn’t usual that an Avenger was on the Lang floor - they usually all hung out upstairs or on their respective floors - but it reminded her of why they were there in the first place. Their prom, which was quickly approaching, and the preparations that still needed to be done.

Though Bucky refused to make the cupcakes, he’d been very accommodating with everything else; their 30s theme had been a strategic choice after all.

They continued working for another hour - Bucky giving helpful tips along the way - before he had to leave for an Avengers meeting.

Cassie and the twins had just finished washing the dishes from dinner when the elevator slid open again, and her dads stepped out. It immediately disrupted the calm of the entire floor, but Cassie didn’t mind. Scott and Quill were talking loudly, Scott laughing in such a way that still amazed her, filled her with so much joy just to see him so happy.

“Hey,” Cassie called out, alerting the two men of the three teens in the kitchen. “Your plates are in the fridge.”

“That’s okay, baby girl,” Quill replied, falling onto the couch and pulling Scott down next to him. “Stephen fed us.”

“Alright.” She turned back to the twins, grabbed her laptop, and went over their to-do list, ignoring her dads’ conversation in the background. They’d gotten quite a few things done already. After Bucky’s refusal, she’d already called the bakery to get their order in, had coordinated with a supermarket to get the other snacks and drinks delivered to the school at a lower price with minor sponsoring, and had most of the decorations planned out. Bucky and Steve would have to look over some of them still, but she’d already had alternatives for if there were any complaints.

Thomas had been surprisingly un-twitchy for the last few hours, and though his eye-lids seemed heavier than usual, at least he’d gotten the design for their tickets finished. She’d never really doubted him, of course, as otherwise she’d have given the task to someone else or done it personally. He’d done the design for their flyers a few months ago, however, and though it had come with a lot of stress on Cassie’s part - as Thomas only meets his deadlines last minute - she had to admit they looked better than anything she could have made. Her skills mainly stuck to glue-on glitter and stickers, actually drawing, even origami - anything that involved real paper, not online design.

“I think that’s it,” she mumbled to the twins as she went over the list once more. “Want to watch a movie?”

When she got two affirmatives, she picked up her laptop and was about to suggest going to the twins’ floor when Quill sneezed. The sound of it rang throughout the living room, bouncing off the walls and scaring Cassie so much she jumped and threw her laptop onto the floor. Among the pounding of her heart, she heard metal crunch, but her attention was still pulled towards Quill. The celestial sniffed and yelled out an apology, ignoring Scott’s worried look as he wiped at his eyes.

“God, is there something in the air?” Quill huffed.

“Not anymore. We closed the window earlier.”

“Maybe Peter’s flower,” Thomas suggested, pointing towards the vase of purple and red flowers on the living room side table. Peter had dropped them off earlier - ever the attentive boyfriend. “Trust me: Asters and Chrysanthemums are bastards. If it weren’t for the pills I took earlier, I’d be a mess too.”

Cassie leaned down to pick her laptop off the floor. The screen was broken, but everything else seemed intact - except for a mysterious rattling coming from inside.

“Shit,” Cassie cursed, mind spinning over the hundred-and-one things she still had to get done - Never mind, the tickets she’d need soon. “I hope Tony has time on his hands... or Peter as it’s technically his fault.”

“I’ll bring it to the lab right now!” William perked up, volunteering a little too eagerly. Cassie sent him a knowing look and caught Thomas’s fond eye roll.

“Thanks, William,” she said as she handed the laptop over, smirk on her lips. “Say hi to Harley if you see him.”

William’s red face was gone barely a second later, and Cassie got to bringing Quill a glass of water. She handed it over to him, and remained standing, leaning onto the back of the couch as she looked down at her parents.

“Maybe you should get some medicine? See a doctor?” Scott suggested, tracing the skin under Quill’s eyes with a finger as his eyebrows creased in worry.

“Why? It was just a sneeze!” He argued, batting Scott’s worried hand away, though his voice was getting hoarser by the second, and Cassie could see his eyes turning red already. He tried pulling Scott closer against him, but he sneezed again - so loud that both Scott and Cassie jumped, the man ending up even farther away from Quill.

“Looks like hay fever to me,” Thomas yelled from the kitchen.

“Kiddo, I don’t have hay fever. I don’t get any kind of fever - and there’s not even hay around!”

“That’s not -,” Scott tried to argue before deciding against another approach. “I’m not sleeping next to you if you’re going to sneeze in my ear.”

“You wouldn’t last a day.”

“I will if I go to sleep upstairs. It will be at least a week before Tony and Stephen kick me out.”

Quill seemed to think this over, rubbed at his eyes, and sneezed again before deciding that maybe talking to Bruce wasn’t the worst idea after all. “Even if I do have hay fever or whatever, it’s not like Thomas’ medicine will work for me.”

Thomas tried speeding towards them, but instead of ending up on the opposite couch, he crashed against the table next to it. “Fuck. Sorry, I’m not supposed to run on my medicine.”

Quill looked at him, incredulously and pointed in his direction. “See! I ain’t taking that shit!”

“Relax,” Thomas countered, falling onto the cushions. “it just makes me a little drowsy. And I have cheap over the counter stuff, so it’s not as great as you’d probably get.”

“Why don’t you ask Stephen and Tony for better medicine?” Cassie frowned, making a mental note to ‘casually’ mention it to Stephen later.

“It’s no big deal.” Thomas waved their concerns off, causing Cassie to roll her eyes; Every time they thought the twins were making progress, there were times like this where they could still be so stubborn.

“Whatever,” Cassie let it go, for now, turning her attention back to Quill. “You know Bruce will probably be able to make something for you.”

“Or how about your boyfriend stops buying you shitty flowers. I didn’t have issues until those showed up.”

“Could be,” Scott shrugged, “but you never know. Sometimes allergies get triggered later in life.”

“You calling me old?”

Scott didn’t even respond, just rolled his eyes and poked Quill in the side.

“Fine,” he grumbled. Cassie shared a victorious smirk with her dad and stood up straighter, ready to follow them downstairs. Scott stood up too, reaching out a hand to pull Quill up from the couch. Despite his agreement, the Celestial remained seated, allowing Scott to uselessly pull at his arm.

“Quill, goddammit.”

“What? I’m not doing anything - just pull harder.” The celestial argued oh so innocently, but his smirk wasn’t hidden one bit. Cassie sent him a look, and he finally relented and got out of his seat.

Cassie followed her dads to the elevator, turning to check if Thomas was following them, only to find the other teen passed out on the couch. Clearly, the medicine was indeed making him sleepy. She would definitely have to talk to Stephen later and hoped Bruce would be able to make a celestial version that wouldn’t have any severe side-effects. She quickly ran over to toss one of the decorative blankets over him before joining her dads in the lift. They were arguing about something - Cassie tuned in just long enough to recognize it as something stupid before promptly ignoring them.

They went down to the Stark Industries Head Bio lab, as FRIDAY had told them of Bruce’s location, and when they arrived, it was still full of scientists, despite the late hour. Cassie didn’t usually come to the SI floors - none of the kids did except for maybe Harley or Peter - and it was weird to leave the familiar elevator and step into an entirely different world.

The penthouse was often crowded, yes, but not like this. The offices and desks were spread out luxuriously, the lab being plenty big enough, but the number of strangers mulling around was kind of unsettling. Still, Cassie knew only the most trusted would be allowed in Bruce’s lab as it was one of the higher floors, close to the Avengers and with some of the most enhanced technology they had available - which said a lot.

She did recognize a few of them from around the tower, and most employees were always kind to her whenever they had a chance to meet.

She was just used to exiting the elevator onto spaces she could only honestly describe as ‘home’; this definitely didn’t qualify. It felt more like being nine years old and going on a school field trip to the local hospital to learn about vaccines - leaving the comfort of your school desks to experience the chaos of the real world.

It wasn’t hard to spot Bruce and focus on him instead; he’d clearly been expecting them, as he noticed them quickly and came up to greet them. “Hey, what’s going on? FRIDAY told me you were coming down to meet me.”

“Quill’s showing signs of hay fever,” Cassie told him.

Quill looked gruff and stubborn, but a little better since they’d left the Lang floor - perhaps it indeed was only bound to the flowers. Then again, they might as well test him. They were going back to the cabin in a few weeks - as spring was always a time for barbecues and picnics - so it might be better to be prepared if he was going to react to the trees or flowers there.

“Hay fever?” Bruce frowned, glancing towards Quill. “What makes you think that? He’s not supposed to get sick…”

“He was sneezing, and his voice got a little hoarser than usual,” Scott supplied helpfully, seeming a little troubled by the reminder that this indeed wasn’t supposed to happen. Cassie was starting to worry herself; what if it wasn’t just allergies but instead a sign of something more serious being wrong with his immortality. “His eyes were getting red, and he kept rubbing them.”

“Thomas was around, and he recognized it as well.” Cassie supplied helpfully.

“Thomas has hay fever?” Bruce frowned, getting distracted for a second. “There’s nothing in his chart.”

“Yeah, I thought so,” Cassie sighed, “I’ll mention it to Stephen later.”

Bruce nodded, attention efficiently shifting back to the patient at hand. “Well, we can test you. I’ll start by taking your blood and then doing a general check-up while waiting on the results. It shouldn’t take long.”

Bruce led them into a side room, and Cassie took a seat while Bruce rummaged through one of the cupboards for supplies. Quill seemed a little too nonchalant as he placed himself on an examination chair and made himself comfortable. On the other hand, her dad was starting to twitch nervously, and Cassie noticed him reach up to scratch at his neck before Scott seemed to catch himself and stop the movement. She motioned for him to take a seat next to him, and he smiled, trying to be comforting as he sat down and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer.

“Cassie,” Bruce called her name as he placed the basin with the needle and tubes on a side table and grabbed the elastic to clamp off Quill’s bicep, “You want to collect the blood?”

“Really?” Cassie queried, sitting up straighter in intrigue. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, of course,” he shrugged, glancing to Quill to check if it was okay for him.

“Sure, baby girl, if you manage to kill me, I’ll be more surprised - and proud - than angry. Let’s see it.” Quill joked, shaking his arm at her as an offering.

She got up and stepped up to the chair, nervous but also already itching to grab the supplies and get to work. Collecting someone’s blood had never been on her bucket list, but being given the opportunity, she couldn’t help but feel excited. “What do I do?”

“Right,” Bruce grabbed Quill’s arm and traced the elbow, trying to search for a clear vein. “You feel this bulge here?”

Cassie traced her fingers over the spot Bruce had just left, and indeed found she felt an area that was slightly rounded and bouncy. “Yes.”

“Good. Now put on these gloves and disinfect the area.”

She did as told, following his instructions carefully as she grabbed the needle and carefully kept the vein in place. Bruce told her to be careful about not touching the needle or contaminate the results. She carefully pushed the needle forward and - jumped when Quill yelled out in pain, immediately pulling her hands back and staring at him in shock.

“Just kidding.” Quill grinned mischievously, utterly immune to Cassie’s furious glare.

“Don’t do that!”

“Sorry, sorry, I couldn’t help myself. Go ahead; I’ll behave.”

Cassie inched forward again, glancing wearily at her Papa, but also less worried now she definitely didn’t care about hurting him anymore: he’d deserve it. In the end, it only took her two tries before blood flowed into the tube smoothly. Quill, of course, didn’t flinch a bit.

“Great job, Sunshine,” Quill said, sitting up straighter and rubbing his arm.

“Indeed,” Bruce smiled kindly, collecting the tubes and filling in a form. He put them in a plastic bag along with the sheet and handed it to Cassie. “Now go give this to Joan down the hall; she’ll get us the results quickly.”

“Sure.” She took it, knowing it was just a way to get her out of the room so they could check his healing. She appreciated the thought, as, even though he could be a shit, she didn’t like the idea of watching anyone hurt her Papa - no matter if he healed quickly or not. It did make her itch impatiently, eager to know whether his healing was okay or not as soon as possible.

She found Joan quickly enough in a lab down the hall, marked with her name, and the woman took the tubes with a smile and assured she’d get it done right away. Cassie took her time getting back to the examination room, letting herself get distracted by the different labs and machines and listening eagerly whenever any of Bruce’s colleagues felt like gushing about their work.

When she got back to her parents fifteen minutes later, they both seemed more at ease. A glance at Scott showed her dad wasn’t nearly as nervous anymore, and Quill had even moved to the chair Cassie had sat in earlier, arm draped around his husband.

“So?” She still asked, moving to stand next to her parents as her gaze shifted between them and Bruce.

“Nothing seems wrong with him, and his healing still works perfectly,” Bruce reassured her distractedly, his attention was torn between answering her and checking his tablet.

“Told you,” Quill caught her gaze and stuck out his tongue at her. Cassie flipped him off, which Quill responded to with an exaggerated gasp, making it difficult for Cassie to hold back her smile. Despite knowing logically that Quill was probably fine, it still felt like a massive weight had been lifted off her shoulders. And - as Quill had taken her seat - she sat down heavily on Quill’s lap, making him huff as she ‘accidentally’ jabbed him in the stomach with her elbow.

“You might still have hay fever,” Scott argued with him as if Quill had been told that multiple times already.

“Yeah yeah,” Quill waved him off, draping an arm around Cassie’s waist, so she was sat more comfortably.

“How so?” She asked Bruce, more out of intrigue than worry.

“You know how the immune system works?”

“Yeah,” she replied carefully. They’d learned the basics in her bio class. “Immune cells target and kill foreign substances.”

“Exactly. Pollen is already recognized as harmful to some people who have lived on Earth their entire lives - so I can imagine that to a human who hasn’t been in contact with any pollen in the last 30 years, it wouldn’t be so weird to react badly to it.”

“But how come it only started now? He’s been back for years.”

Bruce shrugged, putting away the tablet. “It’s just a theory, of course. The fact that he was off-Earth might be completely unrelated. Some people just develop allergies later in life.”

“I still don’t get why Quill would even get allergies,” Scott questioned, that earlier worry returned. Quill, who still had his arm around Scott’s shoulder, tugged at Scott’s hair, causing the other man to yelp and turn to glare at his husband.

The anxious frown was gone, though, and Cassie felt another wave of fondness for her Papa, leaning further against him.

“Quill’s immune system is enhanced, but, though he won’t die, he’ll only heal once the contaminant is taken away. Hay fever isn’t deadly either way, so your body can continue ‘healing’ the infected tissues constantly, but as long as the pollen is in the air, they’ll just start the infection all over again.” Bruce explained patiently, making sure to catch everyone’s eyes at least once to make sure they understood what he was saying. “Besides, the symptoms you experience are side effects of your immune system getting rid of the pollen, not directly caused by the pollen themselves. Say you get the flu; your body might go through the same symptoms anyone else goes through - coughing, runny nose, fever, headache, etc - but because your system gets rid of the contaminant so quickly, you don’t even notice the minute you might have been ‘sick’ for.”

“That makes sense,” Scott nodded before getting to actually fixing the issue. “So can you get him some medicine or something? We can just throw out the flowers, but he can’t always avoid them.”

“Sure,” Bruce replied carefully, “I can definitely try.”

Cassie already saw him getting lost in thought, working out possible theories and treatment plans. They got up and left him to it, and though it wasn’t even that late, Cassie was starting to feel exhausted. When the elevator stopped at their floor, Quill immediately sneezed again. Cassie only stepped off the elevator to grab the flowers - she noticed Thomas had already left - before getting back in and pressing the up button.

She yelled out to her parents that she’d be on the family floor if they’d need her right as the doors closed on her.

Once upstairs, she waved at Stephen and the girls in the living room before heading for Peter’s bedroom.

“Hey!” She smiled as Peter looked up from his desk and turned to face her, dropping his work as Cassie placed the vase onto his side table. “I’m going to have to leave these here until Bruce makes medicine for Papa. Turns out he’s allergic.”

“Seriously?” Peter asked, smiling widely.

“No need to look so excited.”

“I’m not, I promise!” Peter reassured her, holding his hands up in surrender. “I surely will not pass this information on to Harley either.”

Cassie glared at him but quickly gave up and went to sit on his bed, patting the space next to her in invitation. “Come, I want to watch a movie.”

Peter did as told, moving in next to her and wrapping an arm around her shoulders. Cassie asked KAREN to play a rom-com she hadn’t seen before and leaned into Peter’s touch. It was nice to finally relax fully. Clearly, the last hour - and before that, too, to be honest - had been more stressful than she’d thought. She prided herself on her efficiency and ability to plan things to a T, but being the head of the prom committee was a bigger job than she’d expected.

Shit. The prom.

She tensed in Peter’s arms at the thought, anxiety running through her as she pushed herself away from him so she could sit up straight and think more clearly.

Peter glanced up at her with a worried frown. “What is it?”

“What’s going on with my laptop? I need to finish -”

Peter quickly relaxed when he noticed it was nothing serious, reaching out to place a calming hand on her thigh. “Don’t worry! Dad’s working on it; it won’t take long at all.”

Cassie frowned, still uncertain - she might yet have time to make a new design if she could borrow someone’s computer…

Peter rolled his eyes fondly at her hesitation before speaking up; “KAREN, what’s dad’s progress on the laptop?”

“He finished an hour ago and is now playing peekaboo with Lucy.”

“See,” Peter smiled triumphantly, leaning forward to pull Cassie back against him. Cassie sighed in relief and allowed herself to relax in Peter’s arms once more, turning her attention back to the movie.

——

A week later, Bruce finally had a treatment plan ready for Quill to try out, which couldn’t have come any sooner. As it turned out, it wasn’t just the flowers, and though Quill was spared mostly by the fact that they lived in the city, he and Scott hadn’t been able to go on their usual walks in the Park anymore. Apparently, having an enhanced immune system isn’t great when it’s working against you.

Bruce had been busy that week with some other research he was working on simultaneously, so he had asked them to come down to the lab whenever they had the time. Cassie decided to accompany Quill, as Scott had a meeting, and she was actually quite curious to see the lab again.

The sight of the lab floor was still foreign to Cassie, but it was already starting to look a little more familiar. Once again, Bruce rushed up to meet them, holding two nasal spray bottles and a strip of pills.

“This is what my seven Ph.D.’s have led to; designing nose spray to cure an immortal being’s sniffles,” Bruce sighed as he handed the stuff over, but his smile betrayed his amusement. “Nasal spray twice in each nostril. The pills might not work, but I thought we could give it a try. Best to take them at night before you go to sleep.”

Quill rolled his eyes but mumbled thanks as he opened the cap of the nasal spray and tried it out.

“Let me know how quickly you notice improvement - if you notice any at all. I have a few other ideas for alternate approaches or possible tweaks.” Bruce spoke eagerly, clearly curious to the result of his work, but was quickly called away by another one of the scientists allowed in the head lab. Cassie wasn’t an expert in biology or any of Bruce’s interests, but he knew that despite Bruce’s earlier jab, he had quite a few projects running at any given time.

“Oh, Cass,” Bruce stopped mid-step as he turned back to face her. “How were the results on your Bio test?”

“Full marks, of course. Thanks, Bruce.”

Bruce waved her thanks off as nothing as he hurried away to help his coworkers.

#cassie lang #antlord #Peter quill #thomas stark-strange #scott lang #spidersting #peter parker #William stark-strange #elisaphoenix #mama bear au #bruce banner #avengers #fanfic #oneshot #qkjfdqmlkjsq #i actually wrote more than 3k words today i'm so happy

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auspice-of-echoes · 3 years

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fall asleep and i’ll feed you to my cat.

#my art #spidersting #briarstorm #thistlespots #driftskip #blood tw

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stephenstrange-md-phd · 2 years

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((Starker shippers coming out with Spiderstrange is making me puke!

Yes Stephen loves Peter, but like a son you fucking sick morons))

#spiderman nwh #doctor dad #supremefamily #peter parker #anti spiderst*ange #anti spiderstrange #whatever the fuck that is

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wolf-international · 5 years

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Coming Soon........

#wolfint wolfpack new spiderstation

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minty-sage · 3 years

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Did I just give most of the mdzs cast a warrior name?

Yes, yes I did

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Lotus Clan (Yunmeng Jiang/Riverclan)

Former leaders: Spiderstar/Spidersting (YZY) and Gentlestar/Gentlebreeze (JFM)

JYL - Mallowblossom

JWY - Vipersnarl / Viperstar

Fog Clan (Lan Sect/Windclan)

LQR - Heronflight

LXC - Morninglight/Morningstar

LWJ - Jadepool

LYG - Jaypaw/ Jaycry

LSZ - Seedkit/Dovepaw/Dovewish

Stone Clan (Qinghe Nie/Thunderclan)

Former leader: NMJ - Boarstrike/Boarstar

NHS - Mumblestorm /Mumblestar

Peony Clan (Lanling Jin/Kittypet pseudo clan/Skyclan?)

JGS - Goldenstar

JZX - Sparkfall (nicknamed Peacock)

JGY - Oriolemask

JL - Orchidpaw / Orchidspirit / Orchidstar

LQY - Poppymist

Sun Clan (Wen Sect/Shadowclan)

WRH- Blazingstar

WC - Weaselsnap

WQ - Needleclaw

WN - Bogpaw / Ghosteyes

Granny Wen - Mintheart

Uncle Four - Plumnose

Yi City Gang (Loners)

XXC - Moonlight/Moon

SL -Frostcloud/Frost

AQ - Vixen

XY - Adder

Others

CSSR - Gustspirit

WCZ - Wolfheart

WWX - Crowleap

MXY - Magpiefall

OYZZ - Rosepaw/Rosegaze

#mdzs #mdzs warrior cats au #mdzs au #yes this is very self indulgent #and my computer is dead for the next 2 weeks so i cant even procrastinate on my sketches #warrior cats

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libidomechanica · 4 years

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#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 4 #134 texts

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browncoatwizardofasgard · 5 years

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May and Tony

1994 - 2016

Gif sources : van-dyne, spiderster

#robert downey jr #marisa tomei #civil war #tony stark #may parker #mcu au #iron man #iron dad #aunt may #spider-man #peter parker

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chuingamu · 5 years

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A light in a dark place. Occult Life scrawled on the blown out stairs. SpiderStance. https://www.instagram.com/p/BuP6jDdDoup/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=fkbrtbj62vw0

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minitadpole-art · 1 year

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My warrior cats ocs,, Frogmist and Spidersting! C:

#artists on tumblr #art #oc art #digital arwork #digital drawing #warrior cats #warriors #warrior cats oc #warrior cats original character #oc artwork #original character

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jasonhelbig · 7 years

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that morbid sight

into the pinhole electric night

--Jason Helbig

#poetpardy #poets of tumblr #writer #poetry #spilled words #spilled poetry #spillwords #spilled thoughts #spilled ink #creative words #creative #creative writing #positive #positivity #poems #poem #writers #spilled writing

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elisaphoenix13 · 3 years

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Peter: Do you want to go to Target later?

Cassie: Are you trying to seduce me?

#spidersting #cassie lang #peter parker #chat

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funkylittlebidiot · 4 years

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Junior

Another Mama Bear One-Shot for @elisaphoenix13 😳 Not much to say about this one but I hope you enjoy!

The toddlers were getting along for a minute, playing quietly on the carpet in front of the TV. For this, Cassie was glad, as it allowed her to prepare Lucy's bottle before the infant would start screaming for it. For now, she was still sleeping peacefully in her cradle, but that probably wouldn't last for much longer.

Dia was looking over the kids while she was in the kitchen, happy to be trusted with the responsibility. Nevertheless, Cassie could see everyone clearly from her position in the kitchen as she waited on the microwave to beep in completion.

Everyone seemed peaceful enough today, which worked in her favor. The mission had been unexpected, meaning she hadn't been able to plan her homework accordingly. She knew if she couldn't finish her essay in time, Stephen would write a note excusing her work's late submittal. Her teachers knew her well enough to accept it without question. It helped that she was a serious student, who was otherwise always punctual - even early - in handing in her work.

Still, she didn't like to be late and knew it was her responsibility to get it done. She knew things could get hectic, so she didn't consider it an excuse. It seemed like it wouldn't be an issue, though. Her essay was mainly finished, anyway, only requiring some editing, and everyone would soon settle down for their afternoon naps. Dia understood that she would have to continue entertaining herself quietly when Cassie needed to work for school.

By the time the kids would wake up, the Avengers should be back already. They would probably finish their mission any minute now, though it would still be a while before they made it back to the tower.

Stephen was only due back from a different dimension later tonight, meaning they had to travel by jet.

She took the bottle out of the microwave, waiting a few minutes before testing the temperature against her skin and heading back into the living room. She sat down again, ignoring her laptop in favor of taking the youngest and carefully placing her in her arms. Dia talked with her while she fed Lucy, and the toddlers continued playing with their blocks. Not long after, Lucy was fast asleep again, back in her little cradle looking soft and comfortable. Cassie watched her fondly and took the burping rag off her shoulder, placing it on the coffee table. Usually, she would immediately put it away in the kitchen, but she had to take every minute she could get now. Cassie turned her attention back to her essay and barely noticed when Hailey crawled quietly into her lap. Glancing down to check if Hailey was content just sitting - which she was, off in her own little world holding her stuffed doll in front of her - she smiled and pressed a kiss to her crown before turning back to her screen.

Still, her mind wandered with the toddler in her lap.

Cassie had been an only child for most of her life. Even at the tower, she'd always returned to their floor with her parents, alone. Dia was her sister, in all the ways that mattered, but it was still strange to have a little girl with some of the same genes as her. To see where she was similar and where she was different. And a little brother, already a spitfire of a human being, running around with seemingly unlimited energy but who could be so gentle with the people around him still.

She was lost in thought when a crash sounded from the elevator, pull her back to reality. Cassie jumped, her heart speeding up as she crawled to her feet and stared at the elevator, willing it to open with a familiar face inside. She still had Hailey in her arms. Instead, the doors stayed closed, but thumping noises started emanating from what appeared to be the elevator shaft.

"Sissy?" Dia's voice asked quietly behind her, voice slightly trembling with uncertainty.

"I-," Cassie wanted to reassure her, but she didn't know what to think herself. "FRIDAY?"

The AI didn't answer; neither did VICTOR or any of the back-up AI's.

She immediately jumped into motion, darting towards the cupboard to grab the baby carrier. A second later, she had placed Hailey back on the ground and was strapping the baby into it, the infant quietly sleeping on like nothing was happening.

A small whimper reminded her that she still had three toddlers and a seven-year-old to deal with, and no idea how to get out of the tower and towards safety. She quickly grabbed Hunter from the floor and thrust him into Dia's arms. The girl held on to him steadily, though the toddler looked comically large in her small arms.

"Cassie!"

Cassie whirled around in relief as William suddenly stood behind her, wobbling unsteadily on his feet.

"We couldn't communicate with FRIDAY. What's going on?"

"I don't know," she replied and hated herself for the wavering of her voice. "There was a crash from downstairs, something in the elevator shaft."

"Hey, it's okay," William assured her, taking a step closer to pull her into a quick and comforting hug. He stepped back to glance around him, eyes quickly settling on Val.

The girl had remained quiet, nothing indicating that she was afraid, but now Cassie could see her relief as she reached out to William, noticed the slight trembling of her lip as she made grabbing motions. William picked her up swiftly, spurring Cassie back into action as she grabbed Hailey from the floor. With her free hand, she grabbed the handle of the baby carrier, making sure Lucy was still asleep and safely strapped in.

There was banging on their elevator doors now, and they quickly moved away from them.

"I don't-," William breathed, and it was the first indication Cassie got that he was as terrified and unsettled as her, nevermind obviously exhausted from to earlier fight he'd been in. It was one thing to fight alongside trained superheroes, but here, William was the only one with any experience. Cassie knew he didn't mind the danger if it meant protecting people, but it wasn't just their lives on the line; they were with five defenseless children. "I didn't know to preserve my energy, so I won't be able to make multiple trips."

"We'll make it," Cassie tried to soothe him now, as she felt William's free hand encircle her wrist. "Dia, hold on tightly to my arm if you can."

Dia grabbed onto Cassie as tightly as she could, trying to hold on without dropping Hunter. In other circumstances, Cassie would have refused to teleport like that, but as it was, she didn't feel like they had a choice.

The elevator doors creaked uneasily.

"Ready?"

"Now." Cassie agreed, before holding her breath as she felt the familiar tug.

She opened her eyes.

The relief at seeing everyone safe around her on the cabin porch was quickly shattered as she noticed the circle of people in front of them.

They were some kind of army, all wearing similar suits and pointing guns at them. The weapons had the familiar shine and glow of something different, something alien. None of them seemed as if they were in any way bothered by children standing at the opposite ends of their weapons.

She could hear William's breath hitch beside her, and the little movements of his hands as he tried to form a shield. Cassie moved slowly, not wanting to test whether William had enough strength left to hold the barrier up. It didn't matter anyway, as it immediately faltered, and though he quickly tried again, it wasn't with more success.

William glanced at her in confusion when she nudged the handle of the baby carrier at his hand, but he took it from her without question. Pressing a kiss to Hailey's crown, she saw no other choice but to simply place her on the ground behind her.

A glance at Dia showed her oldest sister staring ahead at the enemies with terrified eyes, clearly feeling powerless as her hands too were full of toddler. Still, Cassie was proud to see the stubborn glint in her eyes that marked all the Stark-Strange children. Hunter was holding onto her neck without a care in the world, the only one still smiling.

"What are you doing?" William hissed at her, still clearly straining to keep his mind on trying to form an energy field around them.

"There's only one thing we can try," she hissed, straightening up and glaring at the people in front of them. "Get everyone inside as quickly as possible."

The soldiers seemed to be watching them with mild amusement, waiting to see what the group of children would try before their imminent deaths. Maybe they were waiting for orders. Cassie didn't care. She saw someone's finger tighten around the trigger as she took a step forward, putting her siblings behind her. Lucy had started crying, mixing with the quiet whimpers of Hailey and Val.

A second later, Cassie was as tall as she could make herself - if she'd have to guess, she'd say about 17 feet. She was careful not to trample any of her siblings as she swiped her arms in front of her, the army toppling like toy soldiers with yelps of surprise.

She couldn't quite reach the last lines, but she didn't dare move away, the only shield between them and her siblings. She braced herself as they fired their weapons and flinched when they made contact with her calves. Luckily, the wounds were small and only seemed to burn like oil specks from a sizzling pan instead of full blasts. From her peripheral vision, she noticed her siblings were gone. She sighed in relief, finally taking the few steps forward it took to reach the last soldiers and take them out.

It was then that she heard the familiar buzz of iron suits flying towards her, and she dropped to her knees in relief.

She found herself sitting on the porch at her standard size, breathing heavily as she looked down at herself. Her jeans were ruined by tiny holes, splashes of blood covering the fabric. She realized with a shudder that it couldn't all be hers.

She suddenly remembered, clear as day, the crackling of bones underneath her bare feet, the cries of pain filling her ears, and the scratches of the guns against her palms. She shuddered again, willing herself not to look at the carnage around her.

"Cassie!" She didn't even dare glance up at the familiar voice but felt herself sigh again in relief. Comforting arms wrapped around her, checking her and making sure she was okay. She let herself relax in Peter's arms, leaning back against his chest in exhausted shock.

"Cass?" A second voice, deeper but just as reassuring, came from her opposite side. He sat down next to her, his hand moving over her forehead and wiping strands of hair, sticky with sweat, out of her face. "Hey, miss Sass, you're okay. You're going to be okay."

"The kids-."

"They're safe. They made it inside, thanks to you. You're all going to be fine."

"Dad?"

"He's on his way," Tony reassured her again, "the jet is on its way. I'm sure Quill will be back soon, too, after what you just went through. He's probably freaking out right now."

Cassie chuckled slightly and turned her face into Peter's neck as her boyfriends pulled her closer and hooked his arm underneath her legs. She was picked up, and her arms naturally found their way around his neck.

He took her inside the cabin, moving her to one of the upstairs bathrooms. He placed her on the counter next to the sink, his deep brown eyes carefully raking over her. "Cass, your clothes are covered in blood. You okay to wash up on your own? I'll go grab some pajamas."

She nodded, though she felt the loss of his safety around her as he moved out of the bathroom. Still, she washed off quickly and methodically, trying to imagine herself washing off after a workout, a painting session with Dia, imagine the blood as nothing but strawberry frosting she needed to wash out of her clothing before it set. The soap burned as it came in contact with the wounds, but she ignored them, not willing to think about them. She knew her papa would come back and make everything okay again.

She was clean in no time and shrugged on the comforting cotton pajamas Peter had left for her while she'd been in the shower. He was waiting in the hallway, sitting against the opposite wall, and smiling up at her as she stepped out.

He crawled to his feet, grabbing her hands and immediately enveloping her in another hug.

They were interrupted by a shout from downstairs, calling her name, before loud footsteps thundered up the stairs. She met her dad halfway, throwing her arms around him as he clung on tightly to her, carding his hands through her hair the way he used to when she was little, and they hadn't seen each other in a while.

It was only when he pulled away and ran his hands over her wet cheeks that she realized she'd been crying. Like a damn had been burst, all of a sudden, she couldn't stop. He pulled her close again, trying to comfort her, but she was still sobbing twenty minutes later.

A familiar crying came from downstairs - Hailey - and she could see the conflicted look crossing her dad's eyes.

"It's okay, dad," she said, voice still shaking as she ran a hand over her cheek, trying to wipe away tears that just kept coming. "Can you please get them?"

"Of course," Scott nodded, pulling her closer and pressing a kiss on her forehead before turning to rush back downstairs.

She felt a tugging at her hand and realized Peter was still standing behind her.

He indicated his head and pulled her further into the hallway. She thought he would bring her to her own room and put her to bed, but instead, he opened the master bedroom and motioned for her to lie down on the bed.

She did as he'd indicated, and he sat down on the floor next to her, his face barely inches from hers as he watched her.

Swallowing, she tried to speak again, trying to lighten the mood despite the tears still streaming down her face. "I think I need mom to write me an excuse note."

Peter chuckled, reaching forward to tuck her hair behind her ear and leaned in to press a quick kiss to her lips. "I'm pretty sure he'll excuse you for a whole week."

"Will- William? I need to see him."

Peter nodded and headed back out, returning barely a minute later with her best friend. A new wave of tears seemed to wash over her as she saw him. She sat up when he immediately rushed forward and wrapped her into a hug.

"Cass, everyone's okay. You were so brave," he whispered into her hair, running his hand in soothing circles over her back.

"Sissy!" The bed dipped as Dia crawled onto the mattress next to them, worming her way into the hug as she clung on tightly to Cassie. Cassie returned the hug just as strongly, repeating William's words to her sister.

Scott returned then, Tony and him carrying the twins into the room and dropping them on the mattress next to her. Val and Lucy followed suit as everyone took their familiar places on the bed, sticking together tightly and waiting for the last members of the family to arrive.

Cassie winced as Hunter tried to crawl over her. The wounds were small as far as Cassie had been able to see, but they still burned when touched.

Having seen her discomfort, Peter leaned down to pull her pajama leg up, taking a heavy breath when he saw the cuts, some oozing with fresh blood.

"It's fine, Petey," she tried to assure him, but he'd already brought it to Tony and Scott's attention.

Tony called in Bruce, who gingerly put ointment and bandages around the gashes. As much as she'd just wanted Quill to return, she still sighed in relief at the soothing effects of the salve. Dia curled in closer at the sight of the blood, ducking her head to hide it in Cassie's neck, and Cassie distracted herself by carding her hand soothingly through Dia's hair.

It wasn't long before everyone had settled down again, and Cassie fell asleep seeing everyone she was supposed to protect safely around her, along with the people that protected her. The only ones missing were Stephen and her papa, but she could wait, trusting them to get back quickly and wrap her in their own comforting hugs.

#mama bear stephen strange #mama bear au #Tony stark #cassie lang #billy kaplan #mcu #marvel #fanfic #diana stark-strange (oc)#Valerie stark-strange (oc)#Peter parker #spiderman #spidersting #Lucy stark-strange (oc)#William stark-strange #elisaphoenix

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