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@spidxr3
“For you, I’d go, step to a dude much bigger than me
For you, I know, I would get messed up weigh 153
For you, I would get beat to smithereens.”
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I just wanted to let you all know I'm moving Peter over to @stormscbrewing
I just wanted to let you all know I'm moving Peter over to @stormscbrewing
I just wanted to let you all know I'm moving Peter over to @stormscbrewing
ofemeraldosborns:
“Peter! Peter!” Harry screamed, panicking now. She had no idea what this…thing planned but she knew the type of stuff Doctor Connors had experimented with. She didn’t want to get hurt, or for Peter to get hurt. She lulled her head to the side as she lost consciousness, the last thing she saw was Peter looking at her.
“Shush, shush, shush, Peter, you need to conserve your strength.” The lizard creature replied, shutting down any discussion of this experiment not going ahead. He injected Harry with the same syringe he’d injected Peter with and began to get to work. The whole time Harry lay on the metal table, a trickle of blood weeping from her nostril.
“Peter? You -- “ A black mass surrounded Peter’s vision, clouding Connors and Harry more and more from his sight. Had Connors been referring to her by Peter’s own name? Peter managed to stretch and flex his fingers towards Harry before they failed him, darkness consuming him completely. In the black void of things, all that was left was a tingle that slowly faded until...
A stir of consciousness, breaths slow and steady. Peter could no longer feel those cold metal cuffs attached to him. An oddity considering the villainous schemes of Connor, but he tried not to question it. Slowly his head tilted to the side, feeling something fall over his face. A pair of green eyes slowly opened, finding locks dangling over face. How could this be? His fingers were still consumed by his costume, but they were smaller...
“H-Harry?” Oh no. Her voice.
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ofemeraldosborns:
Her screams died in her throat as Connors cut off her airways just enough to silence her but not enough to suffocate her truly. She began to feel woozy and weak as he lulled her into numbness by starving her of air. She kicked best she could as he dragged her towards Peter, looking over at him with pleading, frenzied eyes. He was also tied down which made her panic more, kick a little harder out of pure survival instinct.
“Nonsense, Peter, another human subject is much better than what I had planned for you. She’s doing you both a favour.” The creature hissed and spat. It seemed Connors was not dissuaded by Peter’s pleas and continued with whatever it was he was doing. There was bright lights and machinery and now Harry was tied to the table too far from Peter to touch him. She tried to kick a final time, landing one blow on Connors’ side. He snarled and shoved her head into the metal table in retaliation, knocking her unconscious.
"Leave her alone!" Peter grumbled at the doctor. If he hadn't been injected with whatever, he'd have had full strength, able to burst from the metal restraints with little ease. Connors on the contrary seemed to know better, and his work on cross species genetics likely gave him an insight on how to sedate Peter. Peter’s daze still left him mostly senseless over what Connors plan was, but he was staring to pull pieces together.
Peter had a hunch. Side by side they were lying, both tied down in these restraints. Connor’s fascination with cross species genetics, and even the process of evolution, meant that his plan must’ve tied into it. “You’re a better man than this. That formula has gotten to your head again.”
ofemeraldosborns:
@spidxr3 continued from here
Harry was meant to be at home, but she’d left some files at her offices in Oscorp’s headquarters. She’d decided to grab a cab and go get them, the offices quiet as she walked through reception. It was then that she realised that the security guard was not at his post. She searched around, meaning to admonish them and instead found them, unconscious and holding up the door to a service staircase to the basement. Checking the man was okay and grabbing his gun, Harry did the stupid thing and began down the steps. She could hear machinery and a man talking to himself.
The woman considered calling Peter but quickly realised that she didn’t have to. Peter was tied down to some sort of metal bed like an operating theatre and unconscious. Dr. Curt Connors standing over him. She didn’t think much beyond that. “Connors, your employment here is terminated.” It was quite a funny quip she felt as she let off the first shot. The not so good doctor did not like that at all. He turned to the woman and began towards her, quickly knocking the gun out of her hands. Wrapping a hand around her throat, he dragged her towards Peter, Harry trying to scream for help the whole time.
“Harry -- “ Peter groaned out, so little strength in him to stand up. There was rage pulling through him, soome part of it linked to fear he’d lose someone again. Peter struggled against the metal cuffs that kept his hands tied down, bending them slightly, but not enough to break. Peter grunted, face turning red, eyes filled with fire at Dr.Connors. “Hey, Connors, listen to me. Whatever you want, go for it, just please just don’t hurt her, man.” Peter looked up at her, trying to outstretch his hands, hoping he could pull her fingers into his. It seemed useless. He looked up at Harry weakly, hoping they can find some good resolution in all these things.
monogramic:
So she may have pushed a button she didn’t know he had. MJ’s head tilted slightly, lips pulling into a small frown as she listened to him speak. ❝ Peter… ❞ The brunette took a step closer, reaching to grasp his hand with hers delicately - he’d easily be able to pull away if he wanted. ❝ I haven’t gone through that, no. But- I’ve lost people too. ❞ Not nearly as badly as she imagined what he went through, even just the thought of what he could be feeling has her swallowing back tears. ❝ And I don’t want you to think that you have to go through everything alone. You don’t need to and you’re not alone. I’m here. ❞
Peter’s emotions were clearly stirred from her words beforehand. When her hand slid into his, they simmered, breaking down into what was underneath the surface. Grief. Pain. Fear. A few tears spilled over onto his cheeks as he looked into her eyes, trying not to sob as he continued. “I -- I don’t wanna l-l-lose you too, MJ. I can’t. Please.”
ordinaryspidey:
okay. that was … that was interesting. mj squinted, hesitant now. one part of her was tempted to put this down to mental health problems, but mj didn’t believe that, not really. she was a fan of odd people, of interesting things, and she glanced, briefly, over towards the kitchen; where her boss was. spider-man. hero of new york; an avenger; she knew exactly who he was. but the fact was, this stranger seemed to think she knew more. okay. okay, she’d bite.
leaning into the counter herself, she positioned her hands at the edge, nodding at him. “ pete, you said ?? peter. spider-man. you think i’m his girlfriend. ” frowning, she tilted her head slightly. “ tell me what kind of coffee you want, and take a seat over there. i get off in five, okay ?? ” and coffee was certainly on her; this was the most interesting thing she had experienced in months.
Peter tilts his head back. There’s something he senses under the surface, perhaps confusion. Something he’ll let slide under the guise of a forthcoming conversation. What’d happened in the timeframe he’d been sent back to his world? This reality had more than he sometimes he felt could bargain for, which might explaining her odd reaction to him.
“Alright, alright... I’m holding you to that, MJ. Cream and sugar.” Peter leaned off the counter and sat in the seat she’d pointed to. For a long moment he pinched his chin in thought over it -- maybe too much. A rumble in his stomach distracted him. “Hey, do you guys have bagels? I kinda got a craving. Been traveling a bit lately.”
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Heavy breaths heave through a sweat drenched mask. Peter falls to his knees upon entrance into his studio apartment, kicking the door shut and falling flat on the floor. His endurance levels are incomparable, drained even to what they were in the early morning. Now late afternoon, he knows that work will be calling his name soon, and a change into civilian clothes are necessary. On the subject however, he questions if they’d fit, knowing that his suit had seemed to feel looser by the hour he’d put it on.
Peter ripped his mask off, and wavy black curls fell over his face and shoulders. A sinking feeling stirred within his stomach, confusion pulling his brows together. He knew those curls, and prayed, that this was nothing more than midday exhaustion. With what energy he had left, Peter drug himself towards the bathroom and scrambled to feet. One by one he pulled his gloves off, greeted by olive tone.
“No, no, no...” That velvety voice. MJ’s reflection -- staring back at him in the mirror.
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I'm not leaving tumblr forever. What's got me staying away is a big lack of respect towards me lately. It states clearly in my rules that if any of you have a problem with me, to address it. I'm on the spectrum. The lines of social boundaries is blurred for me. I tend to see the world in a very black and white kind of view, not that I want to either. I want everyone to feel safe and comfortable here. If they don't, then I'm doing something wrong, correct? That's what that rule is there for. I don't know when I've crossed a social boundary most times. I don't know if I might've said something that's come across as wrong or hurtful, even if I didn't intend it. This is the internet. Context is so much harder to understand here. So please, out of respect for me and my disability, follow that rule. If you don't or don't want to, unfollow/block me/whatever. I'm so sick of the drama in this community.