@blindbastard asked:
"Can you hear me?" for mcu peter
"Ow," was about all Peter could manage as the world slowly came back into focus from behind the lenses of his mask. Hissing in pain as he tried to sit up, he just about managed to get upright enough to sit with his back against a nearby wall but everything hurt. Cracked (if not broken) ribs, not able to flex his left hand quite right, and (he had to guess) a decent bump on the head. That was what he could tell right now, anyways.
"What-" he started, pausing to shift his weight just slightly so breathing didn't hurt quite so much. "What happened? I mean I remember a big explosion but um..." Resisting shaking his head lest the world start spinning again, he tried to think through the pain. "I don't- I can't- Is everyone else ok?"
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they captivate me in many ways
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@redhead-reporter wants tasm!mj and mcu!peter
It was frustrating when, despite a full, crazy day including several chases through the city and the unexpected (but welcome) appearance of not just his older 'brother' but his universe's MJ as well, Peter just couldn't get his brain to turn off long enough to get to sleep. He'd insisted the pair take the bed- saying that he fell asleep on his couch enough anyways that it wasn't a problem at all. But after more restless turns than he cared to count, he'd opted to go out and sit on his fire escape. Clear his head. The pull to go back out was there but... maybe not.
He exhaled, breath visible in the cool, early-fall nighttime air. Legs drawn to his chest, arms wrapped around his legs. Thoughts spinning and spiraling like it felt like they always did recently.
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cursed to lie awake at night rotating peter strahm and mark hoffman around inside my mind.
Can't stop thinking about making an AU where hoffman chickens out re the glass coffin room and just lets strahm go, being immediately rewarded w blunt force trauma as strahm knocks him out, stuffs him in the trunk of his car and just starts driving west. Two pathetic, middle aged men each fucking up the perfect opportunity to finally kill eachother and then just absolutely panicking about it and fleeing in the aftermath. Constantly paranoid that the other one is pulling off some master plan re this kidnapping but really they just spend a lot of time in shitty motels and Denny's, watching hoffmans Police Academy dvds on a little portable dvd player they get from Walmart. Visiting tiny tourist traps together and comparing eachother to the bad taxidermy in little museums
Also Hoffman spending 80% of the kidnapping/road trip thinking that strahm has some big poetic justice waiting for Mark when he gets there. Finding out later that Peter is just as fucked as he is, literally has no plan and has just been driving to the grand canyon bc he saw it on a postcard once.
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never lower ur standards else u could be having a psychic battle w some chick u never liked over the internett
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