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@sp1d3rm4n
[ . . . ] #SP1D3RM4N⸻ peter parker aka spider-man. an original portrayal of spiderman, based predominantly in the mcu. this space writes both multi para and short form, and may potentially write without icons. only semi-canon compliant, set pre & post brand new day - but has verses in line with most films. has seen brand new day, spoilers will be tagged with 'bnd sw' - you can also find me here: @hatesdogs, @lambify & @hydraspuppet
⸻ rules & bio under the cut ...
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it's peters birthday !!
For January prompt NEXT in @mcuchallenge
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' The burdens of being a badass superhero I guess.' She smiled softly looking towards him, once it was cleaned enough she grabbed a gauze and placed it gently over the gash, making sure it stuck to his skin as she pulled away giving a glance at his stomach and then quickly looking away. ' Um that should just about do it, don't think this is gonna happen often though, if you want AID you can pay me.' She joked throwing out the used stuff and closing the first aid kit.
". . . you think I'm badass? " He perks up, as if that was the only thing he'd taken out of the moment between them, at least it pulled his mind away from the biting sting of the the gauze touching his newly cleaned up wound. He could just have easily headed back to his own place and dealt with it himself, but there was a gentle familiarity in spending time with MJ . . . sometimes it felt like he was back in high school. "Oh, I don't - you know this superhero stuff doesn't pay? Does that make it more, or less, badass?"
the grin that lights up her face is not at his expense. it's only that he reminds her, in this very instance, of the kids inside. they had no curfew, and as far as grounding was concerned, aisling had little capacity for it. instead, whenever inej would slip in home in the early hours, or victor would sneak out to nurture a new batch of strawberries, aisling would simply stand curiously at her bedroom door, a fond smile toying at her features. you asleep? she'd ask in a soft whisper. and victor, arms full of gardening tools and ripened produce: yeah...
and as the nimble spider-man drops from the fire escape, receiving a round of light applause from aisling once she lowers the bag, all she can think of is how young you'd need to be to elicit that sort of maternal nostalgia. a thought further supported by how earnest he is in wanting to help with the trash. aisling lifts a reassuring hand, nudging the bag with her foot in response. " it's okay, not heavy in the slightest. but there's a bunch of squid ink in the bottom; we sorted out the smell, but it'll ruin your suit, i think! we had paella for dinner... you know, there's plenty left, if you'd like some? i know you'll have to lift the mask, but i can cover my eyes. then, maybe you can tell me why you were in our fire escape? "
@sp1d3rm4n / from here!
The applause has him dipping slightly in a mock bow, arm in front of him as if to compliment it - it's not exactly one of his most outrageous feats of athleticism, but it's something - and it seemed to have impressed her at the very least. "Don't worry about the suit -- it's stain resistant." At least, it was supposed to be. The suit had held up surprisingly well against blood (typically his own), dirt, and whatever else the average night of crime fighting threw at it. Whether that extended to squid ink was another question entirely . . . He'd never exactly reached the point of fighting any aquatic bad guys, thankfully, so there wasn't much of a precedent to work with where natural ink was concerned. "Actually - on second thought, I'll leave it to you."
There's a noticeable pause at her offer though, as if he's genuinely considering it - lenses on the mask narrowing as his brows furrow in thought. For a mask with only one distinct feature, Peter felt it had the ability to be fairly expressive. "You're sure? Because I don't want to, y'know, eat your dinner. That feels like a pretty bad first impression." Do the Avengers get invited in for dinner? Is this just one of them unspoken superhero perks - like the churro that time? "Or . . . maybe a worse first impression than hanging around on the fire escape . . . Sorry about that. "
“ don’t move. you’re hurt. let me help you. ”
"Don't worry about it I'm . . . " He'd been halfway through pushing himself upright, before the warning made him think better of it. His eyes flick toward the stranger, then down at the blood soaking through the navy fabric of his hoodie, he's almost certain he'd be fine in a matter of minutes. It would probably stop hurting then too . . . probably. " . . . This kind of stuff happens to me a lot." His gaze lifts back to them once again, a faint, apologetic smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Are you okay? Sorry."
“ the point is, i’ve never had control over my own life before, and now i do. ”
"Yeah . . . I get that." A beat, the lenses on the mask contracting a little as his brows furrow; voice suddenly taking on a more upbeat tone. "I mean, having control is good. Obviously. Huge fan of control." There's a faint smile, hidden beneath the webbed suit, hands splayed out in front of him in emphasis. "Just . . . you don't have to do everything yourself just because you finally can. You know?"
know it’s for the better
[ . . . ] #SP1D3RM4N⸻ peter parker aka spiderman. an original portrayal of spiderman, based predominantly in the mcu. semi-canon compliant, set pre & post brand new day - but has verses in line with most films. penned by bee.
[ . . . ] #SP1D3RM4N⸻ peter parker aka spiderman. an original portrayal of spiderman, based predominantly in the mcu. semi-canon compliant, set pre & post brand new day - but has verses in line with most films. penned by bee.
[ ꨄ ] ⸻ # 𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐃𝐙 › a selective mutuals only (solo) muse blog for Michelle "MJ" Jones-Watson of marvel. ⸻ canon compliant, canon divergent & headcanon-based portrayal .ᐟ 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 + 𝐎𝐂 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐘. written by may... 21+
[ ꨄ ] “I’m sitting down because I want to, not because you told me to.” ⸻ # @sp1d3rm4n ›
' Well...It's on you then if you pass out and possibility die from blood lost.' She said grabbing her first aid kit and walked over to him. Sitting on the couch she opened it up, grabbing whatever she needed to treat his wounds. ' I'm not a nurse so It might be bad looking so bare with me here Spidey.' She said moving close, her fingers moving along the cut on his ribs, using a cotton ball and a cleaner to dab at it gently. ' This one got you good, you are gonna have a nice scar.'
"I can make more." It's an unnecessary protest - he knows it the moment the words leave his mouth. Not that it would've changed anything. MJ has never been the type to back down once she's made up her mind, and Peter has never been particularly good at stopping her . . .
So, the spider resigns himself to leaning back against the couch, the suit peeled down to his waist to give her access to the gash along his ribs. Who'd have thought a routine bank robbery could go so awry . . . his eyes drift shut as she works. It shouldn't be as comforting as it is. " . . . I was kinda hoping not to add another one to the collection."
[ . . . ] #SP1D3RM4N⸻ peter parker aka spiderman. an original portrayal of spiderman, based predominantly in the mcu. semi-canon compliant, set pre & post brand new day - but has verses in line with most films. penned by bee.
I'm, uh, MJ.
“ i know you’re out there. ”
" No . . . I'm not. " Oh . . . she'd caught him when taking out the trash - words spilling out before he had the chance to stop them. His spider-sense had gone off when he'd passed the diner an hour and a half earlier. He'd only come back to see if it had been a fluke. The hairs standing up beneath the suit had confirmed it, but he'd been far too lost in his own thoughts to notice her rounding the corner until she spoke. " I mean. You don't - " He hops down from the fire escape, hands raised in surrender like that somehow proves his innocence. " - well, you do. Hi, sorry. Let me help with that. "
