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Mantis felt a warmth spread through her as Johnny wrapped his arm around her, the comfort of his presence grounding her. She let out a soft, contented sigh, leaning into him. "Thank you for sharing that with me," she said quietly, her antennae twitching gently as she spoke. "It's comforting to know I'm not alone in feeling this way. I didn't have a family for a long time, and it's still strange to think of the Avengers as my family, but I'm grateful for everyone in the tower." She turned her head slightly to look up at him, her eyes bright with sincerity. "If you ever feel like it's too much, you can always talk to me. Okay?"

j-stcrm

"Mm. I got you. If you need reassurance, come talk to me. I guarantee I have something I can come back at you with that'll make you feel better." Johnny smirked, giving her shoulders another gentle squeeze when she leaned into him. "I'll take you up on that, though. Might even let you work your calming magic on me," he teased, looking down at her. "But seriously? How does that work? It's cool."

#c: mantis #i need you to understand #i wrote 'were in this together'#and immediately deleted it

brcbvnner

Bruce was catching up on the work he'd missed in the past few days. Whatever the hell happened at Ella's party made him want to spend more time with his kids, non-SHIELD-related work be damned. "Hush you," he rolled his eyes playfully when Johnny walked into the lab and didn't waste a second to comment on his new working habits. but he was glad to see his son back home, safe and sound. "How was your trip? How's she doing?" he asked, closing his laptop so that he could focus all his attention on Johnny.

j-stcrm

He had an inkling his dad was actually waiting up for him, but he didn't say anything about that. Johnny just nodded at Bruce's question. "It was okay. The weather was a lot better over there." He shrugged and added, "Mom's good. She was having better days while I was there." Johnny looked up at Bruce, conversation temporarily shifting, "So, what the hell happened at the birthday party? I thought Pops was exaggerating."

#c: bruce

spideyboyspideyboy

Peter was glad he was leading the way down the hallway. So Johnny wouldn't see the look that crossed his face when he asked that question. The way he winced. "I... Um, no I don't think it's bad," he murmured. He stopped at a closet, which opened with a swipe of his handprint. The legos were inside, neatly labeled and meticulously kept. Peter started piling the boxes into his and Johnny's arms. He chewed on his lip for a moment, thinking it all over. He could see both sides, had been on both sides. His dad had gone on that suicide mission too, and then not long after Peter had stumbled into that Hydra base. "I don't think we've had a normal, Johnny. Like, not for a long time," he said finally, setting boxes down onto a table in the living room. "And I think -- I don't know. I think when someone's mad, it's usually because they're hurt, ya know? Like, hurt so bad they can't even see it. Or they just... can't feel it." He was staring very intently at the legos, but he felt hyperaware of every movement. "It takes a long time for that to go away, in my experience. So no, I don't think it's bad. I think it's just kinda human."

j-stcrm

“What? Being a teenage superhero with superhero dads isn’t normal enough for you?” Johnny teased, a smirk on his face. He easily took the boxes from Peter and followed his brother into the living room. Sitting at the table, he picked up one of the Lego sets to open. “You did try to get yourself killed at that Hydra base that one time, so I guess I should be pissed at you, too.” As Johnny started assembling the Legos, he snorted. “I still can’t believe you did that. And then you hid at Loki’s place 'cause you knew you’d be skinned alive if you came back here.” He flicked a Lego at Peter’s head. “Dumbass,” he smirked. “Alright, enough of that. What are we building? We have an hour until Mo gets home and tries to destroy it."

#c: peter

guardianmantisx

"You're right, Johnny. I do tend to overthink things sometimes," she admitted with a sheepish smile. "It's comforting to hear that I've fit in well with everyone here. I still feel like an outsider at times, but knowing that I have friends like you makes it easier." Her gaze lingered on his a bit longer before glancing around the common area, her eyes landing on the Avengers' emblem on the wall. "And you're right about not being normal. But I've learned that being different can be a strength." Mantis turned back to Johnny, her eyes sincere. "Thank you for reminding me that I have all of you. It means a lot." She leaned in a bit closer, resting her head on his shoulder as she picked at the rest of her doughnut. "And I'm glad to be here with all of you. Normal or not, it's nice to feel like I belong."

j-stcrm

"I get it. I was speaking from experience. I do, too." He looked up to see her already looking at him and smiled, shifting when she put her head on his shoulder so he could move his arm around her. "That was weirdly insightful this early in the morning while eating donuts," Johnny teased, giving her shoulder a squeeze. "I'm glad you feel like that, though," he continued, a moment later. "I know it's hard for a lot of people. It was for me." He dropped his head to the side, resting against hers. "Still is sometimes and I have my dad and stepdad here."

#c: mantis

guardianmantisx

Mantis accepted the doughnut with a grateful smile, picking off a piece and popping it in her mouth before responding. "I know," she said sheepishly, her eyes meeting his. "It's just hard for me to turn off that part of my mind sometimes. I just, I don't know, feel responsible for everyone's well-being, especially when they're trusting me to provide a safe space." She paused, considering his words. "But you're right. Next time, I'll try to relax more and enjoy the party, promise." Mantis took another bite of her doughnut, smiling softly to herself. Not that long ago, she was mostly alone, only Ego to keep her company -- not that he ever thought of her as an actual person. Now that life seemed like it belonged to someone else. "Thank you, by the way. For this," she motioned with the doughnut, "and for helping me adjust to Earth."

j-stcrm

"I get that," Johnny nodded. "Self-imposed responsibility is a bitch. And you've had to think like that your whole life" He looked over at her and shrugged. "But you have a whole team of people around you now. You don't have to let the weight of everything weigh on just you anymore." He looked up at her, laughing at what she said next. "You are very welcome for that. And the doughnut." Johnny smiled. "Stop overthinking so much, though. You've fit in with all of us perfectly. We're not exactly normal anyway."

#c: mantis

His trip back to California to see his mom had taken a few days longer than the intended weekend. Johnny had been about to just go back to his apartment, but despite the late hour, he ended up at the penthouse instead. He almost robotically ended up at the lab and as soon as he keyed in the code to get in, saw his dad still down there. "You're getting as bad as your husband," he teased, affectionately petting one of the robots when they came over and (excitedly?) chirped. He boosted himself up to sit on the table beside where Bruce was watching. "Mom says hi." ; @brcbvnner

#c: bruce #[ closed. ]

guardianmantisx

Mantis beamed at the praise, her antennae perking up even more. She returned the shoulder bump with a playful nudge of her own. "Double points? Wow, I feel so special!" she said teasingly, glad that everyone seemed to have enjoyed themselves. "I'm glad nothing bad happened. I was worried that something might go wrong. It was really hard to focus on the party at times, I found myself more patrolling than partying more than once."

j-stcrm

Johnny smirked at her reaction. "Mhm. Double." He reached over her to get one of the doughnuts he brought in, nodding along to what she said. "Yeah, I think everyone had a pretty good time." He shifted so he was facing her after the doughnut was in hand and gave her a look, though it was halfhearted, at best. "And that's why I barely saw you all night. You can't do that, Bug. There's people whose jobs it is to take over for us when we're off-duty." He nudged her teasingly again, before handing over the one he'd gotten specifically for her. "So, next party no patrolling."

#c: mantis

guardianmantisx

"Thank you, Johnny," she replied, her voice filled with genuine gratitude. "I was nervous, but everyone seemed to have a good time." She tilted her head, studying Johnny's expression. "Did you really think it was good? I hope I didn't miss any important Earth party traditions."

j-stcrm

Johnny smiled and shook his head. "You had nothing to be nervous about. You did good, Bug." He sat down beside her and gently bumped her shoulder with his. "Mhm, it was fun. Your extensive research on all things related to Earth parties paid off. And," he continued, nodding at her. "Nothing bad happened. That's been a constant at every other thing we've had as of late, so I think you get double points for that one."

#c: mantis

"So," he started as he walked into the common area of the Avengers' quarters, bringing breakfast for both of them. "How do you feel after throwing your first party on Earth?" Johnny sat the food down on the table. "You did good." ; @guardianmantisx

#c: mantis #[ closed. ]

spideyboyspideyboy

Peter nodded, and they headed back towards the elevators. Not the public ones, and not even the lab ones. The personal ones. The ones out of sight and with a little extra robo-security. Their dads knew how to handle this. They always did. Except when they were directly in the middle of it, like his dad had been with Pietro. No one was up in the penthouse when they got there though, and Peter bit his lip. Finally he looked over at Johnny. "Are you okay?" he asked gently. "I know you've -- You've been thrown for a lotta loops lately, ya know?" He shrugged, fidgeting his hands together. "You wanna build legos?"

j-stcrm

Johnny followed his younger brother, wordlessly, up the elevators only he, Peter, and a select few people had access to. It usually gave him comfort, knowing either his dad or Tony were upstairs and could help with whatever problem he had. It had been like that long before the Avengers, back when he and Peter were kids. But right now, it didn't have much of an effect. "I'm okay." He nodded, smiling at Peter's suggestion and nudged his shoulder so he'd go get the Legos. If nothing else, that could make them forget about everything for a bit. Let them pretend they were in high school again, not bothering with all this superhero shit. "Is it bad I'm still mad, though?" He asked, following Peter. "At both of them." Because Pietro had been about to be his husband, but Tony had been a second father to him long before he actually married his dad. He honestly wasn't sure which of those was worse. "Our dads deal with this all the time." He gestured vaguely towards the window in reference to the protestors. "Dad moved on from that whole suicide mission. and I'm still over here pissed at both of them for it. Like, things will go back to normal, and then something like this happens to remind me that I'm still mad."

#c: peter

puppy95

*looks out my window and sees the moon* hi baby

#i got you - moonlight // musings.

spideyboyspideyboy

Peter followed suit and checked his phone too. Nothing there either. Maybe it really was nothing. But the hairs on the back of his neck wouldn't go down."Or it's just early in the crisis," he muttered, turning his back to the door and double-checking to make sure his bag was zipped tight. No sign of a spidey-suit hanging out of a rip or something. Nothing -- nothing to worry about. But then he heard Johnny moved and the Spidey-sense leapt through his veins, burning to the surface. He scrambled after his brother, stopped him just as the door started to open. Peter put everything he had into slamming it shut, not sure why. Not until he saw a sign, suddenly raised up high. 'Villains aren't heroes!' "I... I don't think you should go out there. I think that's about -- well, a lot of people. But they'll ask you about Pietro, and it won't be pretty. We need a different way out."

j-stcrm

"What? Are your spidey senses tingling?" He joked, but then he looked up and saw the look on his brother's face. "Pete—" Johnny started, but then the other abruptly slammed the door. He opened his mouth to reply, but snapped it shut when Peter explained. "Right." Johnny felt his temper flare, but as much as he wanted to go out there and defend his boyfriend, he knew it wouldn't do much good. Peter and Johnny both had the dos and don'ts of responding to the media and public drilled into them by their dads. Even if one of them rarely followed his own words. He let out a breath to steady himself. "We could just go wait it out in the penthouse."

#c: peter

caseyjcnesx

"I know it sounds crazy, man, but I'm serious. They weren't just any ninjas. These guys moved like shadows. I barely saw them coming. And the way they fought… it was like something out of a movie." Casey leaned forward, eyes wide with intensity. "I've seen a lot of weird stuff too, Johnny, but this? This was next level."

j-stcrm

"I mean, as long as you're aware that it sounds crazy. Because if you didn't, I'd be a little worried about your mental state at the moment." Johnny was still smirking, but when his friend leaned forward, he realized Casey was actually being serious. "Okay. Okay." He raised a hand in defense, "I believe you. Where were they and what were you doing? Because if there's rogue ninjas running around the city, I feel like I should tell my step-dad or something."

#c: casey

spideyboyspideyboy

"I said you're wrong about how many legos you'd need to make a fully functional Death Star. There's no way you accounted for the fuel supplies, too. That's at least another --" He grimaced as they approached the doors. A swarm of reporters was on the other side. "I hate this part. What are they mad about this time?" he asked, spotting some signs in the crowd this time.

j-stcrm

Johnny pulled a face. "Did I not? I could't have been that off." But before he could argue his brother anymore, he followed Peter's gaze out the door. "Tony probably just pissed another reporter off," Johnny offered, in way of explanation, pulling his phone out to see if either of their dads or Peggy had texted or called him. He furrowed his brow when he didn't see any notifications, and shrugged. "Well, we know it's not for you. Since we're still pulling this Clark Kent shit over here." Johnny smirked and started to the door, despite the crowd. "I'm sure it's nothing, Pete."

#c: peter

gottagofastpietro

Pietro nodded fiercely, but his throat was too swollen with emotion to speak. It choked him, he couldn't breathe -- but when Johnny's eyes met his, a strangled noise escaped him. "Don't be," he said finally finding some kind of air. "Pissed at him. It was my idea, I asked him to do it. It was all my choice." If someone was going to take the responsibility for this, it was going to be him. He felt something slot into place when Johnny's hands latched around his neck. Both his hands came to his waist now, like they did when they were dancing. Or sleeping. Or standing near each other. Pietro had never been good about keeping his hands to himself, especially when it came to his сонечко. His fingers pressed against Johnny's skin while Pietro gathered his thoughts."The only person I ever used to talk to was my sister. And she could read my mind, so I didn't have much choice there," he murmured, letting out a slow breath. Achingly slow, for him. "But I'm choosing it now, okay? I'll tell you every stupid thought inside my head if that's what you want." He ghosted his lips near Johnny's jawline, pulling back enough to look him in the eyes again. "You would start a family with me?"

j-stcrm

"No, I am going to be pissed at him. Because he did the same shit to my dad. And Tony's like my dad, so he did it to me, too." But his dad had a way of forgiving and getting through to his stepfather, something Johnny was still trying to grasp and wrap his head around. "I told you that when you asked me to marry you," he replied, looking up to meet his gaze. "I see my future with you. Whether that's just us getting married or us getting married and starting a family—yes." He shook his head, "You have to talk to me, Pietro. Like, I get it. I know." His mind went back to the talk he had with Bruce at the lake house. "I know you and Tony have been through literal hell. And I know you think that not telling us stuff is protecting us—that you not telling me certain things is protecting me, but it's not. It's putting a wall between us. If you let the wall stay, you're letting the people who hurt you win every day that it's there." He took a step back so he could look at him better, though not enough to pull out of his hold on him. Johnny looked at him for a moment longer, before continuing, "I won't forgive what you did, but I can move on from it with your promise that it won't happen again because you'll talk to me. And if it does, no more chances, Pietro." He paused for a moment, and then stepped forward to bring him down to his level. "But I love you and I told you I want this to work," he said, before kissing him. But then Johnny made a noise and pulled back. "We're also not engaged anymore. You're gonna have to work back up to that proposal." He brushed his lips against Pietro's again and said, against them, simultaneously walking them backwards, "Depending on how hard you work for it, I might say yes again."

#c: pietro

caseyjcnesx

"Trust me, I didn't know what I was looking at either, but I'm telling you," Casey took a drink and leaned back in his chair. "These guys were decked out in the full face mask and everything. Actual ninjas."

j-stcrm

"Dude. You sure you weren't high?" Johnny just looked at him for a moment, not so subtly biting back the smirk on his face. He raised the hand that wasn't holding his glass in defense. "I'm sorry. I'm listening. It's just the way you described it. Like, I've fought alien robots and yet somehow you talking about ninjas is hilarious."

#c: casey

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