a blog I made years ago that I can't change the name of 3 credit to @wynnd-citrus for my PFP! And of course credit to chloesimagination for my header image!
Helloooo masterpost before I go to bed!! Haha finally doing one, while I'm sick, ironically.
My name is Michael, but you can call me Mike if you prefer! I'm a cupioromantic cupiosexual fictoromantic fictosexual AroAce, and a transmasc but in the way you would call a masculine creature "he". This is technically an RP blog but it's the first blog I made on Tumblr years ago so I could talk to a friend on here (hello @that-bookpuff) even if we don't talk so much anymore, it was amazing back then, and it's amazing to talk to all of the amazing friends I've made and am making since! Cough cough anyways that said, I could never ever delete this blog. It's my main blog, and I don't rp that much anymore, but I love talking to you guys!! Dms and asks are always open <3
Getting back into coding after taking it in middle school and completely forgetting everything so I have to start back over.
Writer, animator, artist, actor, etcetera! All as hobbies, though I wish I could act as a living, it isn't viable without my backup job (coding).
This user has memory issues! I can remember specific things (fandom lore, food I ate, etc) but I have trouble remembering events, conversations, interactions, etcetera. I'm better about it online as I'm reading words, but still bad about it. Please be patient, I'm not quite sure why my memory it is the way it is between the trauma and the ADHD or even something I don't know I have.
STARKER DNI!!! Firm anti-ai, anti-terf, anti-homophobe, anti-transphobe. Get off my blog, NOW. I don't care.
Uhhh fandoms fandoms
Marvel obvi, mostly the Avengers and Deadpool and all associated but I also love the Thunderbolts* and am kinda into the X-Men
TADC don't even CHAT TO ME ABOUT THAT IM GOING TO EXPLODE ššš
FNaF, my fandom home since I was around six- it came out the year I was born and I'm an OG. Yes, OP is a minor, PLEASE DON'T NOT INTERACT WITH ME ILL BE EIGHTEEN IN (checks watch) AROUND 22 MONTHS PLEASSEEEE IVE BEEN INTERACTING WITH NSFW (whether that be heavy gore and heavy topics due to FNaF, BATIM, MARVEL, etc fan work and canon, or NSFW the usual thing you think of when you hear it) FOR YEARSSSS AND I'M FINE (obviously it's perfectly fine if you're uncomfortable with interacting with you on the internet, I completely understand, but PLEASEEEE DON'T BLOCK ME FOR LIKING UR POST ššš) uh anyways lmao fandoms
DC- Mainly the Batfamily and some of the Justice League (mainly Superman there lmao) AND YES I CAN NAME EVERY MEMBER OF THE BATFAMILY (I refuse to name the starfish [Jarro] bro. What the hell šš don't tell me if I'm missing any vro) Alfred, Bruce, Dick, Jason, Barbara, Stephanie, Tim, Cassandra, Duke, Damian. Technically Gordon too but he's honorary? Idk.
Uhhh again anyways
SFAWTDE/DAWTDE AHHHHHHH MY SHAYLASSSS MY SHAYLASSSS šš (Gets shot 47 times and dies in a ditch because I was a DerKing shipper before DAWTDE. Can. Can you tell. Anyways I <3 Avery and Derick :D also HASTUR AND POSIDON TOXIC YAOI- *dies*)
Miraculous Ladybug: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir (no I haven't caught up what do you mean you can't be a fan of a show you haven't watched in years and have only consumed fan content of recently I'll catch up eventually)
Gravity Falls HEHEHHEHEGGEGEGGEGEUDTDPUSYTSO6DYYST7 AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH can you tell I'm sane about these fandoms. Can you.
Supernatural but I have a separate blog for that because I'm unhealthy. Should I seek help? Absolutely. But blame my mother for not letting me get therapy until I'm eighteen also we're insanely broke like live in a duplex and got an eviction notice three days ago broke (dw we fixed it. But. Still)
Uhhhh what other fandoms am I in there's a lot...
BATIM technically but only a bit
Oh yeah! The Freak Circus!! *licks teeth, slicks hair* where Pierrot at- *gets shot 58 times*
Hazbin Hotel!!! MURDERMEDIA/RADIOSTATIC MY SHAYLASSSSS AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH *screams as I'm dragged into a white padded room*
Dispatch! Haha what do you mean fandom discourse and both fake and real allegations against the friend I made even though said real allegations were YEARS AGO and they got help since then and they're being harassed by a group of stalkers who have hacked their phone camera and microphone AHHHHHHHHHHH anyways I <3 flambert don't ask me about the text above the law is handling it
Uhhhh what else...
Oh yeah! Helluva Boss even though I'm not caught up and I'm not really into it for some reason. Still love the show, it's amazing, but I guess I prefer a ship I can really latch onto and I love Stolitz but they're just not my thing *shrug*
Uhhhhh. Hmm.
PROJECT HAIL MARY I'M GOING TO TWEAK MY SHAYLAAAAASSSSSSSSSS MY BABIES MY (not canon) AROACE REP EPUYSY8TAOYTQOYFAOUFAOYTQ RYLAND GRACE THE MAN YOU ARE AND ROCKY THE ERIDIAN YOU ARE AHHHHHHHHHHHH I LOVE THEM SO MUCH THEY'RE SO DEAR TO MEEEEEE
House M.D. technically, though I only got a bit through season two around two years ago and haven't picked it back up since, but I love House and Wilson and Cuddy and Cameron and Chase and Foreman <3 mostly Hilson though lmao
Indie games and shows indie games and shows...
Technically Knights of Guinevere? Loved the pilot but I think I'll just be into the show and not the fandom.
UNDERTALE THE GOATTTT!!!!! I've been a fan since I was seven or eight, it's amazing. And NO that doesn't mean I like Deltarune. I've got nothing against it, it's just not my kind of story and not my kind of characters.
Welcome Home!!! Though I don't interact with it very much anymore, it's still very near and dear to my heart.
Iron Lung!!! How could I forget you, Simon, our beloved boy. I headcanon that Ryland Grace saved him and they lived happily ever after on Erid talk to the wall
With that all said, obviously, I love horror ARGs, Minecraft Horror ARGs, horror movies and shows, indie horror games, indie games, indie shows, horror stories, mystery/romance/queer coming of age stories, etcetera. Obviously there's more but I can't list them all lmao.
Ttm about these fandoms! As aforementioned, ASKS AND DMS OPEN <333
It was a huge milestone of scientific and technological advancement. (Plus, at the time, politically significant). Humanity went to space! We set foot on a celestial body that was not earth for the first time in human history! Thatās a big deal! Iāve never thought about it before but now that I have, itās ridiculous to me that thatās not part of our everyday lives and the public consciousness anymore. Why donāt we have a public holiday and a family barbecue about it. Why have I never seen the original broadcast of the moon landing? It should be all over the news every year!
Itās July 20th. Thatās the day of the moon landing. Next year is going to be the 54th anniversary. Iām ordering astronaut shaped cookie cutters on Etsy and Iām going to have a goddamn potluck. Youāre all invited.
PITCH: We call it Moon Day, and then every 7 years when it falls on a Monday, that's an even BIGGER deal and we call that Moon Day Monday and go absolutely apeshit about it (the next Moon Day Monday is in 2026 so we have a couple trial runs first)
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they warned me about those stairs bro...
tagging @rabbitmotifs @morgue-ruins @garydose @theghoulofme @aloe-vera-ghost (sorry i cant remember who else has tagged me in things before... but everyone who wants to should do it anyway... at least i actually tagged people this time)
congratulations you tagged me first!!!! no I do not have purple hair irl I made the picrew out to be like. sona-ish. both under cut as quote is suggestive (I turned on sfw + nsfw because Fuck It)
tags: @peskybirdonyx @aries0nmars @strawbxrrypies @saunteredvaugelydownwards @deltenner + open
I donāt think Iād survive getting a PhD BUT you might catch me putting stickers on my masters degree once I get it (after i survive undergrad first lol)
@northernhealer @rockellex @thewritingautisticat @loftwingofcrimson @butterfly-teacup @i-do-anything-but-write + open tags
Rachel: Hello, I'm Rachel. I work at a shop now. Here to help. Look, they gave me a badge with my name on it in case I forget it. Very helpful, as that does happen.
ohhh i love cbrfufu's picrews!!! anyways thanks for the tag boo <3
(+ alternate vers because i saw the plague doctor mask and jst has to)
and hello- @archerinthevents @evaiswritingg @potatogunson @erodottir @doginthetrees (idk if you do tags games but if you wanna hop in, haiii) @masterofdumbassery @mirakagekoko + open tags!!
Ace: I like wearing oversized sweaters. Not just because they're extremely comfy and cuddly, but because whenever the sleeves are really big, I get to flop them around and smack people.
Tags!! @spiderboi-parker @irondad3000 + open tags!!
There's something so very special to me about Stratt being 100% sure of who she is and what she needs to do while Grace does not even realize how important he is
He does not know the weight he carries, the power he holds, the monumental gravity of everything he has done (pre-space kidnapping)
She is all too aware of herself, of what lengths she must go to, of exactly how grave her situation is, she knows the consequences of potential failure and that has killed all qualms she may have had
I like to think Stratt did all she could to spare Grace the burden she carried, that she saw the blissful ignorance of him and tried to protect it
Mine are Coraline, FNaF 1 & 2, Superman (2025), Project Hail Mary, all of the Spider-Man movies from all three, all of the Avengers movies, all of the Iron Man movies, Home (the one by Disney) and a ton of horror movies lmao.
Thank you so much for the tag! We have pretty similar movie tastes besides the horror. Though, as someone who is also a fan of the Home movie, itās Dreamworks, not Disney.
Mine are Project Hail Mary, most of the MCU (Iām ignoring the multiverse saga other than Spiderman, Black Widow, Guardians, and Black Panther), I love Disney but especially Frozen (was obsessed as a kid and still love it to this day), Big Hero Six, and The Princess and the Frog
Oh my gosh I was obsessed with Frozen as a kid too! I used to sleep with a singing Elsa doll, and I had a three feet tall Anna doll that I kept in my closet and eventually tore apart when I was like seven or eight because I had gotten into horror and I was terrified it would have something demonic inside it and come alive and try to kill me at night š
I really need to watch Frozen again, as well as Big Hero Six and The Princess and the Frog, those are AMAZING picks. We really do have similar taste lmao
Also it makes a lot more sense for it to be by DreamWorks, sorry everyone šš
Peter has had a really, really bad week. All he wants is a break, a night where nothing bad happens and he can do nothing at all. Of course, nothing bad happens includes his brain not acting up either, so here he is-
Lying on the floor of his room in the Avengers Tower, as drunk as a mutant super soldier is able to get, staring at the ceiling. The alcohol didn't do anything but slow down his still horrible thoughts. Better than nothing, he supposes.
Obviously he didn't get drunk in the Tower- FRIDAY would have immediately notified literally everyone. No, he took a nice bourbon bottle he was gifted by a bar owner he saved and chugged it in his lonely apartment before deciding to go to his room in the Tower because he only keeps the stuff he needs for when he doesn't want to be around anyone in his apartment and that isn't nice while drunk.
What he didn't anticipate in his inebriated state was that FRIDAY could detect his strange behavior and identify the pattern.
Tony had been worried. of course had had been worried. He knew Peter. And he knew he wasn't one to resort to alchohol. So he all but runs to his room when he gets the report from Friday. "Pete? What's going on, kid?"
Peter lifts his head up slightly from the floor, processing that Tony is there before a very obvious "Oh shit he knows" expression crosses his face, which he quickly attempts to school.
"Mr. Stark? Nothing, I'm good, just having floor time. What'd miss FRIDAY say?" He attempts casually, pushing himself up into a sitting position.
To make the understatement of the century, it had been a rough few weeks. More accurately, it had been a few weeks from Hell, and Tony was drowning. Everything that could go wrong, did, and everyone who shouldn't pop up in his life decided to visit.
In fact, it had been an awful enough time, that Tony went to an AA meeting for the first time in close to a year. He steps out of the meeting hall, all tired eyes and a heavy slump to his shoulders, and stumbles against-- "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Uh, I was looking for you because you weren't at the lab, and FRIDAY told me you were here, so I came." Peter mumbles, his moments ago bright demeanor flickering slightly at Tony's mood.
He guesses he probably shouldn't have come to find Tony- he hadn't asked FRIDAY what this meeting was about, just went straight to find his mentor.
"I'm sorry if it's a bad time, Mr. Stark, I didn't know this was an important meeting. I- I can go back to my apartment! Or on patrol!" He quickly offers up, smiling awkwardly.
Tony blinks slowly. Regretting the snappish way he had spoken to Peter; he really was just in an awful mood. Peter hasn't seen him this rattled since... well, probably ever. His eyes are heavy with exhaustion. "No, it's fine," he says tiredly. "What did you need, kid?" Maybe he can distract himself.
Peter chews the inside of his bottom lip anxiously before he replies- he never likes bothering any adults he cares about, but Tony is asking, so...
"Well you're usually in the lab right now so I was just wanting to hang out but you weren't there so I was kinda worried? But miss FRIDAY told me you were busy and said you were here so I wanted to wait outside to see if you were still busy after this and if you are that's totally fine-" Peter rambles, like he always does when he's nervous or excited, hands moving animatedly with his speaking.
mj's character development between the end of high school and brand new day will never fail to amaze me. in the trailer, she's more extroverted and social, like, i mean, a house warming party?? talking to new people and letting them into a new home she's created?? and at the very end of the trailer when she tells peter to call her mj. peter, who is essentially a stranger to her. michelle "my friends call me mj" jones is officially gone guys, and mj watson has replaced her.
high school mj would simply die... like, she used to be standoffish and sit alone, until she became friends with the school's most famous losers, and didn't even acknowledge the idea of friendship until the very end of homecoming and you're telling me a few years later, she's letting strangers into her apartment for a housewarming party and striking up normal conversation with random people?
Right??? I mean I'm going to miss MJ-MJ but it's a new direction! High school MJ didn't like people, yet here she is getting a boyfriendāwho presumably isn't involved in this huge mystery she spent, what, a year piecing together?āand letting people inside of her home!
"i was born in the wrong timeline" "i was born in the wrong era" "i was born in the wrong-"
*LOUD BUZZER NOISE*
I LOVE BEING A TEENAGER TODAY!!!! I LOVE AO3!! I LOVE TUMBLR!! I LOVE WEIRD MUSIC!!! I LOVE BEING A CRINGE TEEN WHO READS YAOI AND ROLEPLAYS IN DISCORD SERVERS!! I LOVE HAVING DIFFERENT LABELS TO SHOW MY TRUE SELF!!!! AND MOST OF ALL...
Peter has had a really, really bad week. All he wants is a break, a night where nothing bad happens and he can do nothing at all. Of course, nothing bad happens includes his brain not acting up either, so here he is-
Lying on the floor of his room in the Avengers Tower, as drunk as a mutant super soldier is able to get, staring at the ceiling. The alcohol didn't do anything but slow down his still horrible thoughts. Better than nothing, he supposes.
Obviously he didn't get drunk in the Tower- FRIDAY would have immediately notified literally everyone. No, he took a nice bourbon bottle he was gifted by a bar owner he saved and chugged it in his lonely apartment before deciding to go to his room in the Tower because he only keeps the stuff he needs for when he doesn't want to be around anyone in his apartment and that isn't nice while drunk.
What he didn't anticipate in his inebriated state was that FRIDAY could detect his strange behavior and identify the pattern.
There's no reply for a bit, before he hears a groan and the shifting of fabric. Peter is pretty sure he recognizes that voice, so he's got to do his best to act normal and not inebriated.
He rubs his face as he walks over to the door, praying nothing in his body language or face gives him away. He swings the door open to face Robert.
"Rob? What the heck are you doing here at, like, two am?" Peter blinks, confused.
Robert walks into the apartment, shutting the door behind him. He flicks up the screen on his wrist, showing Peter the "WARNING: HERO IN CRITICAL HEALTH".
Peter lets out a long-suffering sound, rubbing his face.
"Eugh, FRIDAY... No, Rob, I'm not dying. Thank you." He replies, frustrated and a bit worried about the line of questioning he's probably going to receive from Robert now.
"I'm fresh as a daisy, you can go back to, I assume, patrol." He attempts with a forced smile.
Robert nods. "Just plastered? Understandable. You need anything?" He asks, pulling off his mask and running his hand through his hair. "Water, bread, company?"
Peter blinks at him, entirely bewildered. Robert is... chill? He isn't freaking out about the sixteen-year-old resident New York hero being drunk out of his mind?
"You're not?- ugh, nevermind. Yeah, it's been a night. I'm good on the items, I've got everything here. But if you wouldn't mind, uh..." Peter trails off. He'd like to take Robert up on that offer of company, but he's not the greatest at words when he's drunk, let alone because of his depression.
"That's... really relieving. I'd make you swear not to tell Mr. Stark or the others, but you really aren't that kind of guy, so- thanks." Peter sighs, running a hand through his hair.
"It's been a lot lately. All of my rogues have been ramping up, Fury is up my ass about everything, and I still have to act like I'm not five seconds away from a mental breakdown when my fights run longer than three hours." He drags the hand he had in his hair down his face, a pained noise escaping him.
"I'd rather blow up again than talk to that dick, don't sweat it." Robert crosses his arms. "Mm. They have been more enhanced. Fury's tried to recruit me, too. But I've told him that unless Captain America is single I'm not joining." He lets out a small chuckle. "Yeah, man, I get that."
"Oh, dude, that is insane. You're awesome, you know that? I mean, I've hung up on the bastard before, but that is a whole other level of rebel." He says in-between breaths of air, snickering.
"I would counter that just being able to have that eye-candy during a fight is enough, but I feel like I would get jumped by Bucky."
"I would comment on the whole your father being scarier than Fury thing but honestly I can believe it. I think everyone's a fuck-up- most heroes these days have committed at least one war crime, I'm the only one I know who hasn't, but I've committed interdimensional bullshit so I'm right there with all of you." Peter rambles slightly, the usual ease of connection he has with most people when they say the right buzzwords and he can say something stupidly real.
He debates getting up to find wherever he's keeping the rest of his alcohol- he's starting to sober up, and tonight is not a sober night, at all, so it's a tempting move. But he doesn't want to do anything that might make Robert uncomfortable, or worse, break this small moment of connection they're having. Truth be told, Peter is incredibly, incredibly lonely, despite always being surrounded by fellow heroes.
"My dad was... something. Mm. Interdimensional-? I'm not gonna ask."
Robert looks to the clock on his arm, and sighs. "You should try and sleep. And I should probably head out. Don't drink any more. Trust me, it doesn't help." Rob gets up, groaning slightly and placing a hand on his back.
Peter snorts painfully. "Yeah, I think it's better if you didn't. That is a longgg story."
He leans back into the couch, breathing. "Oh wise Robbie, what does help?" He replies playfully to the comment about not drinking any more than he already has. "I'll... try and get some sleep, I guess. Thanks for coming."
Peter has had a really, really bad week. All he wants is a break, a night where nothing bad happens and he can do nothing at all. Of course, nothing bad happens includes his brain not acting up either, so here he is-
Lying on the floor of his room in the Avengers Tower, as drunk as a mutant super soldier is able to get, staring at the ceiling. The alcohol didn't do anything but slow down his still horrible thoughts. Better than nothing, he supposes.
Obviously he didn't get drunk in the Tower- FRIDAY would have immediately notified literally everyone. No, he took a nice bourbon bottle he was gifted by a bar owner he saved and chugged it in his lonely apartment before deciding to go to his room in the Tower because he only keeps the stuff he needs for when he doesn't want to be around anyone in his apartment and that isn't nice while drunk.
What he didn't anticipate in his inebriated state was that FRIDAY could detect his strange behavior and identify the pattern.
There's no reply for a bit, before he hears a groan and the shifting of fabric. Peter is pretty sure he recognizes that voice, so he's got to do his best to act normal and not inebriated.
He rubs his face as he walks over to the door, praying nothing in his body language or face gives him away. He swings the door open to face Robert.
"Rob? What the heck are you doing here at, like, two am?" Peter blinks, confused.
Robert walks into the apartment, shutting the door behind him. He flicks up the screen on his wrist, showing Peter the "WARNING: HERO IN CRITICAL HEALTH".
Peter lets out a long-suffering sound, rubbing his face.
"Eugh, FRIDAY... No, Rob, I'm not dying. Thank you." He replies, frustrated and a bit worried about the line of questioning he's probably going to receive from Robert now.
"I'm fresh as a daisy, you can go back to, I assume, patrol." He attempts with a forced smile.
Robert nods. "Just plastered? Understandable. You need anything?" He asks, pulling off his mask and running his hand through his hair. "Water, bread, company?"
Peter blinks at him, entirely bewildered. Robert is... chill? He isn't freaking out about the sixteen-year-old resident New York hero being drunk out of his mind?
"You're not?- ugh, nevermind. Yeah, it's been a night. I'm good on the items, I've got everything here. But if you wouldn't mind, uh..." Peter trails off. He'd like to take Robert up on that offer of company, but he's not the greatest at words when he's drunk, let alone because of his depression.
"That's... really relieving. I'd make you swear not to tell Mr. Stark or the others, but you really aren't that kind of guy, so- thanks." Peter sighs, running a hand through his hair.
"It's been a lot lately. All of my rogues have been ramping up, Fury is up my ass about everything, and I still have to act like I'm not five seconds away from a mental breakdown when my fights run longer than three hours." He drags the hand he had in his hair down his face, a pained noise escaping him.
"I'd rather blow up again than talk to that dick, don't sweat it." Robert crosses his arms. "Mm. They have been more enhanced. Fury's tried to recruit me, too. But I've told him that unless Captain America is single I'm not joining." He lets out a small chuckle. "Yeah, man, I get that."
"Oh, dude, that is insane. You're awesome, you know that? I mean, I've hung up on the bastard before, but that is a whole other level of rebel." He says in-between breaths of air, snickering.
"I would counter that just being able to have that eye-candy during a fight is enough, but I feel like I would get jumped by Bucky."
"I would comment on the whole your father being scarier than Fury thing but honestly I can believe it. I think everyone's a fuck-up- most heroes these days have committed at least one war crime, I'm the only one I know who hasn't, but I've committed interdimensional bullshit so I'm right there with all of you." Peter rambles slightly, the usual ease of connection he has with most people when they say the right buzzwords and he can say something stupidly real.
He debates getting up to find wherever he's keeping the rest of his alcohol- he's starting to sober up, and tonight is not a sober night, at all, so it's a tempting move. But he doesn't want to do anything that might make Robert uncomfortable, or worse, break this small moment of connection they're having. Truth be told, Peter is incredibly, incredibly lonely, despite always being surrounded by fellow heroes.
To make the understatement of the century, it had been a rough few weeks. More accurately, it had been a few weeks from Hell, and Tony was drowning. Everything that could go wrong, did, and everyone who shouldn't pop up in his life decided to visit.
In fact, it had been an awful enough time, that Tony went to an AA meeting for the first time in close to a year. He steps out of the meeting hall, all tired eyes and a heavy slump to his shoulders, and stumbles against-- "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Uh, I was looking for you because you weren't at the lab, and FRIDAY told me you were here, so I came." Peter mumbles, his moments ago bright demeanor flickering slightly at Tony's mood.
He guesses he probably shouldn't have come to find Tony- he hadn't asked FRIDAY what this meeting was about, just went straight to find his mentor.
"I'm sorry if it's a bad time, Mr. Stark, I didn't know this was an important meeting. I- I can go back to my apartment! Or on patrol!" He quickly offers up, smiling awkwardly.
YIPPIE! Itās been so long since Iāve done a picrew Iām so excited!
I love this picrew so much. Also, while I was making this one, I realized Iāve never added my mole to a picrew before! I couldnāt decide which hairstyle looked more like mine so I did both.
Normalize being actual friends with your rp partners. These people are awesome! Their characters are awesome! You already know you have something in common! Now: become besties
Peter has had a really, really bad week. All he wants is a break, a night where nothing bad happens and he can do nothing at all. Of course, nothing bad happens includes his brain not acting up either, so here he is-
Lying on the floor of his room in the Avengers Tower, as drunk as a mutant super soldier is able to get, staring at the ceiling. The alcohol didn't do anything but slow down his still horrible thoughts. Better than nothing, he supposes.
Obviously he didn't get drunk in the Tower- FRIDAY would have immediately notified literally everyone. No, he took a nice bourbon bottle he was gifted by a bar owner he saved and chugged it in his lonely apartment before deciding to go to his room in the Tower because he only keeps the stuff he needs for when he doesn't want to be around anyone in his apartment and that isn't nice while drunk.
What he didn't anticipate in his inebriated state was that FRIDAY could detect his strange behavior and identify the pattern.
There's no reply for a bit, before he hears a groan and the shifting of fabric. Peter is pretty sure he recognizes that voice, so he's got to do his best to act normal and not inebriated.
He rubs his face as he walks over to the door, praying nothing in his body language or face gives him away. He swings the door open to face Robert.
"Rob? What the heck are you doing here at, like, two am?" Peter blinks, confused.
Robert walks into the apartment, shutting the door behind him. He flicks up the screen on his wrist, showing Peter the "WARNING: HERO IN CRITICAL HEALTH".
Peter lets out a long-suffering sound, rubbing his face.
"Eugh, FRIDAY... No, Rob, I'm not dying. Thank you." He replies, frustrated and a bit worried about the line of questioning he's probably going to receive from Robert now.
"I'm fresh as a daisy, you can go back to, I assume, patrol." He attempts with a forced smile.
Robert nods. "Just plastered? Understandable. You need anything?" He asks, pulling off his mask and running his hand through his hair. "Water, bread, company?"
Peter blinks at him, entirely bewildered. Robert is... chill? He isn't freaking out about the sixteen-year-old resident New York hero being drunk out of his mind?
"You're not?- ugh, nevermind. Yeah, it's been a night. I'm good on the items, I've got everything here. But if you wouldn't mind, uh..." Peter trails off. He'd like to take Robert up on that offer of company, but he's not the greatest at words when he's drunk, let alone because of his depression.
"That's... really relieving. I'd make you swear not to tell Mr. Stark or the others, but you really aren't that kind of guy, so- thanks." Peter sighs, running a hand through his hair.
"It's been a lot lately. All of my rogues have been ramping up, Fury is up my ass about everything, and I still have to act like I'm not five seconds away from a mental breakdown when my fights run longer than three hours." He drags the hand he had in his hair down his face, a pained noise escaping him.
"I'd rather blow up again than talk to that dick, don't sweat it." Robert crosses his arms. "Mm. They have been more enhanced. Fury's tried to recruit me, too. But I've told him that unless Captain America is single I'm not joining." He lets out a small chuckle. "Yeah, man, I get that."
"Oh, dude, that is insane. You're awesome, you know that? I mean, I've hung up on the bastard before, but that is a whole other level of rebel." He says in-between breaths of air, snickering.
"I would counter that just being able to have that eye-candy during a fight is enough, but I feel like I would get jumped by Bucky."
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