â STAY STICKY ! â                         PETER PARKER / SPIDER-MAN                             PILOTED BY ROBIN.
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                             â STAY STICKY ! â                         PETER PARKER / SPIDER-MAN                             PILOTED BY ROBIN.
catdaresâ:
âProbably actual words, theyâre just ⊠you know quicker than hunting through the emojis for a doctor, then thereâs only a squid emoji. So who am I even fighting then?â she joked right back. Her hand reached over cupping his face. Heâd been worried, sheâd have to be pretty oblivious not to see that. Note to self. Donât text SOS to your friendly neighborhood boyfriend unless itâs an actual emergency. âOh yeah, well, you know Iâd hate to fight him without my partner anyways,â she said. Felicia didnât call him on using humor to deflect how nervous heâd been. And she did remind him he had nothing to worry about because she could take care of herself. Instead she tried to offer a sort of wordless comfort. Soft touches. Part of her felt more than a little guilty that sheâd worried him.
âNext time Iâll just include that in the text,â she said. Felicia glanced at the door. Her grandma wasnât down there alone. There were a handful of Hardyâs downstairs ( because her family never traveled alone, they always moved in small packs), chances were that they wouldnât even notice if she was gone for a while until she came back into the room. Her eyes went back to his face, as his lips met hers again. It was a convincing point. âI think the cat could be difficult to wrangle,â she agreed.Â
âKnockoff Doc Ock? Doctor Squid. Squid Intern. Squintern.â Nailed it. He leans into the touch of her hand, nuzzling in. Peterâs the cat for a second, grateful for the soft touch. Sheâs okay, heâs okay, everyone is okay. His heartâs returning to a regular, not-worried rhythm. âHe doesnât appreciate my jokes like you do.â No one does, but especially not the villains. They complained about how much he talked during a fight, but the Villain Monologue was practically trademarked. It was because he was funnier than them, wasnât it?
Peter nods in enthusiastic agreement between kisses. âSheâs wily.â Itâs true about more than one cat in the room. All of the nervous energy has to go somewhere so it manifests in a need to be close to her. Theyâve already run out of space (benefits of dating a cat) and Peter leans in more. âPickinâ you up.â He warns against her lips, always does, so she always has the opportunity to say no. He doesnât have unrealistic expectations-- theyâre not in college desperate on rooftops anymore. Her family is here. He just needs to steal this moment.
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catdaresâ:
âOh yeah? Thatâs all you huh?â she joked, as if she hadnât had her hands back there enough to know. As if she hadnât seen the pieces of the suit laying across her floor, in various parts of her house to know it wasnât much more than spandex. Her nose brushed against his, she hated the off-again parts. Hated them. Felicia wasnât sure she believed in soul mates, but she knew it hurt when they fight. She knew being without him made her miserable. They fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. She kissed him softly, sweetly, glad to have him back in her arms.Â
âI donât have a car,â she said, which made it really easy to avoid getting her pretty little souped up four wheel drive keyed. âOh come on, weâre ⊠more um ⊠any song where the couple clearly should be together. And we finally got back together, we should tell her to write a song about that,â she said. Leaning in she pressed her forehead against his, closing her eyes. âYou are going to come over to my place tonight though, right? The answerâs yes. Youâre just going to have to say yes.âÂ
âIâm offended if you thought it wasnât.â He wasnât and she didnât but he keeps the joke going anyway because he canât stop smiling at her. Even around this kiss. For once heâd fucked up and it was all going to turn out okay. Must be her good luck thing. Because it certainly wasnât his.
Oh, right. Problem solved. âWe can make a playlist. Send it to her for inspiration.â Who else was clever enough to go along with him like this? This had always been easy. Kissing her, that was easy too. âI can swing by. Whatâs your address again? 626 Spider-Manismymistress Lane?â
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catdaresâ:
âBabe, if someone like Doc Ock is in the house, I promise you that Iâll include that in the text,â she said. âItâll say fighting doc ock,â she assured him. Which I guess would be the only way to differentiate what Felicia thought was an emergency, and what Peter thought was an emergency. âBut honestly, is fighting bad guys an SOS type situation, I do that with you all the time,â she reminded him, a smile pulling at her lips.  He worried. Because heâd lost someone, because he cared about her, but she wasnât worried.Â
Her arms wrapped around his neck as she kissed him back, body melting against his, maybe just a touch inappropriate considering her grandmother was downstairs. âI told her the cat got out on the balcony, and Iâm taking her back upstairs,â she glanced over to said cat who had taken the fall for Peter. âYou know the constant pestering about my boyfriend is annoying for me, but it means she likes you. My abuela. And the cat, she likes you too, but she asks about you less.âÂ
âLike in emojis or in actual words?â The jokes are for everyone else. Heâs fine, really, see? He canât be too messed up if heâs still cracking jokes! But theyâre for him, too. (He canât be too messed up if heâs still cracking jokes!). He can totally shake off the worry and the fear and the adrenaline. (Look, ma, no hands!). âI just wouldnât want you to have all of the fun fighting Doc Ock, you know?â Like he didnât know what Ottoâs mechanical arms felt like around his throat, or throwing him like a toy across the room. The destruction they could cause. And what if it wasnât Doc Ock? What if it was any of the other villains in the rogues gallery? He breathes, deep like heâs remembering how to, and leans his forehead against Feliciaâs again. Itâs grounding.
The kiss grounds him too. Heâs aware of everywhere their bodies are touching. Sheâs okay. He doesnât have to worry about Doc Ock or any of those guys right now. He never did. âI like her too. I would have come if youâd said she was here.â Peter glances over at the cat too. Thanks, buddy! âBut maybe... the catâs difficult to wrangle.â He follows the thought up with another kiss to help make his point. Did he mention the adrenaline and relief at seeing her?
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LISTENING to Peterâs explanation brings a knowing smile to his lips. The kid had dreams, alright â big ones, and Quentin could relate.
After Stark broke out of that cave in Afghanistan, people were falling over themselves praising his genius. I mean, why wouldnât they? Heâd built himself a renewable energy source in a cave with nothing more than a box of scraps, and it was small enough to fit inside the palm of your hand. Quentin remembers hearing about the event on the news, marveling at what an achievement it was. Itâs one of the biggest reasons why he came here to work at Stark Industries. He, too, dreamed of one day creating something revolutionary.
â Youâre a smart kid, Peter, though youâre probably sick and tired of hearing people say that. â The compliment is genuine this time, warm and ever so slightly teasing. Itâs true that sometimes, Quentin believed himself to be above others, but he always kept it concealed beneath a glossy veneer of charm. Still, he did truly enjoy conversing with those who operated on the same wavelength as he did, though such an occurrence was a rarity. Itâs refreshing, he thinks, to be speaking to someone who actually knew what theyâre talking about.
Then suddenly, the kidâs asking him a question, waving something green in his face, and is thatâŠ?
It takes a second for him to realise what that something was, and he almost laughs at the sheer novelty of it all â of course the kid has Avengers merch.
â You know that technically counts as cheating, right? â He quirks an eyebrow, amused. Interns were only allowed to use the facilities allocated to them, and getting help from staff was strictly forbidden, but⊠the kid was so earnest, so well-meaning. What kind of monster would he have to be to turn him down?
â Alright, but this stays between us. Câmon. â
Placing a hand on Peterâs shoulder, Quentin begins to guide him to another lab just down the hall. Outside, the place is abuzz with activity. Stark employees scurrying from here to there, fresh-faced interns goggling at the spectacle⊠Getting to their destination proves a little more troublesome than heâd anticipated, but Quentin has been navigating these halls for years, and they manage to get there in one piece.
A few of the printers already had jobs queued up, though it doesnât take long for him to find one thatâs unengaged. Pressing his thumb to the built-in biometric scanner, the machine swiftly whirs to life, awaiting input.
Satisfied, he turns back to Peter. â All yours, kid. â
Peter smiles. Itâs all genuine, like Quentinâs compliment. It doesnât feel like the obligatory âatta boyâ heâd expect from someone in Beckâs position. Someone with Beckâs experience. Someone as friggen cool as Quentin Beck. âI donât know that thatâs something you can really get tired of hearing, especially from someone like you, Mr. Beck.â Itâs toeing the line of sounding like a complete brown-noser but Peterâs genuine earnestness and sincerity usually gave him a leg up. Not too sweet, just sincerely a nerd.
âItâs only cheating if you get caught?â Peter flashes his teeth at Quentin, this time conspiratorial in its construction. Heâd just... found a loophole. âBesides, if you want to get technical, since itâs your credentials, youâre using the printer. Not me.â
If this was a cartoon the moment Quentin put his hand on Peterâs shoulder would have been punctuated by stars in Peterâs eyes. But itâs not a cartoon so the stars are only figurative. He totally canât believe that worked. Peter tries to remember the twists and turns they make, the faces of the people running around like ants at work around their hill, every detail. Heâs been trying to do that ever since this internship started. Stark Industries was like... his Disneyland.
While Quentin had his thumb scanned, Peter played lookout, double checking to make sure they hadnât been followed by any of the other too-curious interns. But as much as this felt like a secret mission, apparently they were too busy with their own projects to abandon them. Or maybe they just thought Peter was in deep shit. Who could say.
Heâs already plugging his flash drive into the appropriate port and pulling up the project before he remembers his good manners. âThank you, sir.â He sets it to print, turning back to Quentin with all of his enthusiasm. âDid you wanna, I donât know, see it when itâs finished?â
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She brushed her nose against his again, as if she was content to stay there all night on that roof top just like this. âThe suit also does ⊠wonders for your cute little tush,â she murmured. Felicia paused a moment too, pulling back just enough to look at him. âI forgive you,â she said. Sheâd read once it was important to say that when someone apologized. I forgive you was better than itâs okay, or donât worry about it. âAnd Iâm sorry too. I shouldnât have run.â She wouldnât next time.Â
Felicia scrunched up her nose, âUhh⊠kinda?â she said. âJust a little bit. Just for a couple minutes. By the time youâre done saving the people of New York from whatever stuff the NYPD canât be bothered with because theyâre breaking up protests instead, you wonât be the other woman any more. Promise!â She smiled up at him, batting her dark eye lashes, âYouâre never the other woman in my heart?â
âThereâs not even any padding.â He confirms as if sheâs been wondering. As if she hadnât had her hands back there enough to figure that out for herself. They keep doing this to each other, this on again/off again thing, and Peter can never remember why when they come back together. The banter is good and the chemistry is palpable and they care about each other as much as two people possibly can. He promises to try and remember that the next time itâs his turn to think about breaking it off. Or maybe he just wonât think that. âI forgive you too.â Itâs gentle, like he doesnât think she has any reason to apologize. Because he doesnât. But theyâre trying their hands at being mature adults and communicating, sort of. And itâs the thing he should say.
A-ha! He knew it. âWeâd better keep an eye on your car in case this turns into a Before He Cheats situation. Except youâre the âheâ so... Before She Cheats? Should we send this idea to Carrie or do you think sheâs heard it before?â He should probably have a moral issue with this. And he tries to find one... somewhere. Obviously he comes up short, because his hands donât move from where theyâd fitted around Feliciaâs waist except for an unconscious little back and forth with his thumb.Â
[text] you are gonna be the death of me one day.
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[ TEXT TO: MR STARK ] Donât hate the player hate the game[ TEXT TO: MR STARK ] Sir