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"Oh come on....aren't you the tiniest impressed?" he asked.
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"Oh yeah sure," Abbie said with a laugh.
"Oh come on....aren't you the tiniest impressed?" he asked.
Harri huffed playfully at the lack of hints, but still let him drag her along to wherever he’d decided to take her.
When Peter covered her eyes, her hands went up lightly taking hold his wrists as they edged forward. If anyone else had tried this she’d have clawed them, but even after all this time she still trusted Peter.
The sounds seemed familiar, but she couldn’t quite place them despite the answer being on the tip of her tongue.
❝Peter, you better not mess up my wonderful raccoon eyes.❞ She whined just before he took his hands away from her eyes. ❝Oh my god!❞ A hand went over her mouth as she stared at the building, the other reaching out to grab hiss hand. ❝It’s been forever!❞ A laugh bubbled up, as he remembered happier time, subconsciously squeezing his hand.
A wave of affection blew through Peter like a Tornado in Texas. The laugh he missed so much seemed to be back. He grinned brightly at her, "See? Isn't this a great surprise?" he asked.
He pulled her along and straight to a claw machine, "Remember how I use to blow through Uncle Ben's coins trying to get you a stuffed toy? And then, when you were sick I finally got you that pink Unicorn?" he chuckled, "Man, how times have passed." he said.
He slipped a coin into the slot and the machine came to life. His tongue stuck out in concentration as he went to get a crocodile for her.
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"Boom. Brainsplosion am I right?" Peter asked, showing his close friend his webshooters that he's upgraded.
Haunted house AU | Ghostiepool
Wade’s haunted the mansion for as long as he can remember; he doesn’t know why he’s there or how he died but it’s not like he can leave, so he just sort of accepts it. What other choice does he have? He likes it when people move in, especially those with children. Younger people tend to be able to see him and they often play hide and seek which he loves. Adults tend to be boring, although their reactions to his pranks can be side splitting.
There must a line he doesn’t know about however, because people move on quickly and he’s alone again. Being alone is one of the things he hates most, which is why today is so exciting. Someone is moving in. It’s been months since someone was last here and Wade finds himself stood by the window, hands pressed against the glass as he waits impatiently for his ne house guest.
Peter had recalled, since he was little, that getting a big place would suit him. He never knew why, but he just knew a big place would fit. Only problem was, he knew he might not get it with how expensive big houses and lands were.
When his parent's left him with his Aunt and Uncle, Peter made an vow to them that he would get on his own two feet when he was older, get his own place, and repay them for what they had done for him.
Looking at the mansion before him, his car and moving van parked in front of the garage, Peter beamed. He was keeping his promise and following his dreams.
Lifting up a box, Peter began to move things inside, just getting them into the front room for now. "Well, here is to starting a new adventure!" He said out loud to himself. He still couldn't believe how cheap the last owners sold it for!
"No shit?!"
Jesse outstretched his hands in a questioning manner, a silent way of asking for permission to handle the camera.
"That’s really cool. None of my stuff is published yet, but I fucking live for taking pictures. What do you mostly take pictures of?"
"Well," Peter started, handing his camera over carefully, "Working for the Daily Bugle, it's hard to get any of my photo's shown; I have to get snaps of really good news." he explained, "Like...well...my boss pretty much constantly wants photos of Spiderman...so I try and get those." he smiled sheepishly.
"But when I'm not catching the news, I tend to just snap pictures of people...getting them in their natural state...as well as nature photos."
❝Peter! Stop it!❞ She playfully swatted at him with a laugh.
Sometimes it was nice to forget, nice to just be a teenager again. The bitterness was starting to eat her whole. Harri had never asked to be an Osborn, never asked to inherit the stupid ‘curse’ but it was already taking over her life.
❝What-❞ Harri let him drag her, confusion crossing her face, ❝-where are we going?❞
Peter grinned, "You'll just have to wait and see." he replied, not giving off any hints as to where he was taking her.
It was true, Harri was there for him when his parent's left, when they died; So he was going to be here for her as well through thick and thin.
So why not take her mind off it in the best way possible. Stopping a few steps away from their destination, Peter got behind Harri and put his hands over her eyes. "OK, I'm going to lead you the rest of the way like this." he said, slowly inching her forward until you could hear machine sounds.
"Tada!" he removed his hands, showing the big arcade building. "You remember this Harri?" he asked with a grin, "We use to come play here all the time! I thought it would take your mind off things"
My Mission | Closed
My…did he say /my/? "Are you Peter Parker!?" The words were out before she’d even had time to process them. It would make sense as to why he’d gotten here so quickly, Spider-Man would have known she was following him and - holy shit… "You are, aren’t you!"
Peter mentally cursed himself, how could he have been so stupid?
"Man, no, Peter is just a friend man." He tried to cover up, hands going out in a 'you are crazy' manner. "Parker is a good friend, it's why I'm here; he said he felt like someone had been watching him so he wanted me to check it out."
Nice! Good cover up! Or so he hoped.
"You're a lot stronger than I gave you credit for."
"Never underestimate a Maximoff."
"You're right, I learned my lesson....you were great to spar with; thank you for your time my lady." Peter said politely, giving a bow and a grin.
speedsterwanda and notaspeedster are a great AU!powerswap Wanda and Pietro Maximoff. 10/10 would recommend.
dear current and future rp partners: i’m going to go days without replying to you, please don’t take it personally.
"Hey man, thanks" Peter smiled, clamping a hand on the camera. "She’s old, but works amazing."
Jesse looked on in interest, trying to get a better view.
"You take a lot of pictures, or is it more of a side hobby?"
"Kinda of both." Peter replied with a smile, showing him the camera a bit closer. "I have a part job as a photographer for the daily bugle"
My muse is drunk and reckless, and could get themselves in serious trouble. What does your muse do?; "Wade...I'm being serious right now. I will SO lock your swords away if you don't stay here until you're sober again." Peter warned. (here you go! C: )
"But those are my FAAAAAVORITE swords! Thi’sssisss why they never liked yer Spidey-hiney. Yer always not lettin’ them k-word people and takin’ them away from their Daddy,”
Wade dramatically shook his head back and forth, causing him to lose his balance. He pretended as if he was meaning to sit on the couch all along, even though he completely fell onto it.
Peter’s arms crossed over his chest, watching his friend flop onto the couch. “I know those are your favorite swords. But you’re more dangerous than usual when drunk with them!” he explained.
He rolled his eyes, “Man, what am I going to do with you?”
"You need to get drunk too, and then it’ll cancel out my drunk-ness. It’s like, a law of the world that you should know, science-nerd. And here’s a tip for what you should do with me: give me back my swords and give me back my booze.”
Wade stood back up shakily to stand face-to-face with Peter, although he was swaying when he should have been still.
"Me? Get drunk?" Peter asked, brows rasing. "No way man; unlike you, I have to protect this city." he said shaking his head.
"I'll return your swords in the morning." he said handing the booze back to him."But I'll let you finish this one drink but that is the last one!"
Have you ever been grounded for a year? Wait, I can answer that one for you, son. YES.
"No, no Pops come on!" Peter begged, "That’s not fair! Wade made me do it!"
"I want your webshooters and Spider-Man costume. /Now/."
"Uhhhhhhh......" Peter put on his contemplative face. He glanced to Steve and then to the window. "Uhhhh" he quickly darted for it and jumped out onto the fire escape and headed down.
My muse is drunk and reckless, and could get themselves in serious trouble. What does your muse do?; "Wade...I'm being serious right now. I will SO lock your swords away if you don't stay here until you're sober again." Peter warned. (here you go! C: )
"But those are my FAAAAAVORITE swords! Thi’sssisss why they never liked yer Spidey-hiney. Yer always not lettin’ them k-word people and takin’ them away from their Daddy,”
Wade dramatically shook his head back and forth, causing him to lose his balance. He pretended as if he was meaning to sit on the couch all along, even though he completely fell onto it.
Peter's arms crossed over his chest, watching his friend flop onto the couch. "I know those are your favorite swords. But you're more dangerous than usual when drunk with them!" he explained.
He rolled his eyes, "Man, what am I going to do with you?"
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"…That’s a nice fuckin’ camera, man."
"Hey man, thanks" Peter smiled, clamping a hand on the camera. "She's old, but works amazing."
Send in sexy pictures of your Muse to my submit box, and see how my muse reacts..
Have you ever been grounded for a year? Wait, I can answer that one for you, son. YES.
"No, no Pops come on!" Peter begged, "That's not fair! Wade made me do it!"