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hello lovey doveys, how are yâall? ik I havenât been here in a while but Iâm still a writer lmaooo so Iâm just gonna blatantly promOte my newwww Destiel fanficccc (ik this is not the main ship here but ik some of u like it so here!!)
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Ladies and gentlemen⊠Tom Holland (2021).
Gang AU where Peter is part of Tony's rival gang and Pete is kind of like their prize twink if u know what I mean, so Tony just takes him into an alley and fucks the actual b r a i ns out of him as a symbol of his dominance over the other gang?? U can change the prompt to make it better too bc. I'm not the best at this sjdhsksjud
(Peter is exactly 19 in this, warning for slight gun play and well, exhibitionism. My work is meant for adults and its written by an adult)
Peter knew that being the youngest in the gang wasnât good. Was he proud of himself for getting his own little ass into that situation? No. But there was nothing he could do now.Â
The small, brown leather jacket adorned his back with a phrase and a symbol of a cut off head that was hard to forget. âShadowsâ
Peter barely knew how to ride a bike, like a regular bike, and now he was riding a motorcycle, hanging onto the handles for dear life, his too-strong-for-a-teenager cologne abusing his nostrils to the point he felt sick. Sick and late. Every single gang member was ahead of him, and Peter was just trying not to break any more laws than necessary, stopping at the stop signs and trying not to look around at the people he knew were staring.Â
When he finally got there, the other gang members were visibly annoyed, waiting for him with their arms crossed. Peter only walked fast, thanking whatever was in the sky not to have gotten there after the other gang.Â
Before one of his camrades could say anything, the all too familiar roar of a motocycle filled the air. They were here. The Phalanx.Â
When the oppostie gang got out of their bikes and walked towards them, Peter gulped. He knew what was happening, but not everything that awaited for him.
Tony, the gang leader, walked like he owned the place, a cigarette hanging loosely on his mouth, his entire figure looking like he just fell from heaven. He was glorious and Peter was in awe. The only reason he allowed himself to be this awestruck by that manâs power, was that nobody was paying attention to him. Steve, the leader of the Shadows was standing in front of them, smug look on his face that nobody could see but everyone knew it was there.Â
âSo we meet again, Tonyâ exclaimed Steve, something bording a laugh coming out of his mouth. Peter gulped again when Tony took one last pull from the cigarette and threw it on the floor, stepping over it and then exhaling.Â
The two gangs had been fighting since Tonyâs dad and Steveâs dad created them. Both too powerful to coexist in the same city. Peter knew this because it was public knowledge, because everyone was scared of them.Â
âSo we doâ replied Tony, sending shivers down Peterâs spine. His voice was buff and exhausted, like he had been screaming for the past forty years. Peter had to physically restrain himself from walking towards the man.Â
âI hear that you want peaceâ muttered Steve, looking back at his fellow gang members and smiling. âWeâre willing to arrange something if youâre willingâ. Peterâs camrades laughed, Peter knew he was suppossed to laugh as well. He didnât.Â
Tony nodded and turned around, flashing the black leather jacket with an axe and the name of the gang displayed on it. He looked at his camrades and smirked, every single one of them giving the smile back. âItâs time we collide and rule this cityâ. He turned around again, taking a look at Peter, who lowered his head, feeling so overpowered.
âWhat makes you think I didnât already rule this town?âÂ
Seguir leyendo
Have you ever thought about Peter annoying Tony so much that he almost blows him up?Â
Just picture me this: Tony working on remodeling his Iron Man suit, concentrated, nose deep into mechanic books. His brain barely tolerating the lack of sleep and his hands shaking every few minutes, holding them steady only enough time to put yet another reactor into his glove before sweat goes down the bridge of his nose.Â
The time goes by quickly and imperceptibly, worrying a certain boy in bed two floors above, who could have sworn his boyfriend said he was going to be back at least three hours ago.Â
So said boy slowly goes down the stairs, making his way silently into the lab, only to see his manâs hand wrapped by metal, waking up his desires immediately. If only he wasnât completely aware that as far as a Stark man was working, no attention would be given.Â
With only one thing to do, the boy takes out his sweater and grabs a water bottle from the stack by the door, walking into the lab confidently and eagerly, his left hand roaming down his now naked torso and his right one holding the bottle.
âHi, Tonyâ he mutters, creating a distraction.Â
âNot now, PeterâÂ
The boy lifts his eyebrows and opens up the water bottle, slowly pouring just a little on the floor, making a sound that his boyfriend couldnât ignore.Â
As soon as the man eyes lay on the wasted water, heâs turning his entire body, a frown garnishing his eyes. âWhat do you think youâre doing?â
Thankfully, that was just a distraction, and now that he had attention, he could begin the show, pouring almost half of the water onto himself, starting from his hair, wetting streaks of skin and fingers, sliding down to his waistline and entering his trousers, rapidly drawing the silhouette of what the boy was hiding undeneath.Â
Unfortunately, although delicious treat, Tony knew better than to bite right away, so after shrugging his shoulders and letting out a:Â âI canât right nowâ, he turns around to go back to work, hurting Peter in ways he canât imagine.Â
âOh, yeah? How about this?â and before any of them can do anything else, Peter is pouring the rest of the water on top of some electronical devices that Tony had just repaired and/or acquired, making them sizzle. They were ruined and Tony knew that.Â
The man clenched his fists and growled, anger sipping through his teeth. He could tolerate basically anything, but messing with his work was on another level. He speedly put his hand up, and pointed his palm at his boyfriend, whose face had turned paler than any white paper.Â
âTony...âÂ
But he was given no time to speak, because a blast shook the lab, landing on his left side, making him catch just enough heat to hurt him on the suface, his eyes closed in fear and his heart in his hand.Â
When the initial shock was over, Tony looked at Peter: âNow clean that upâÂ
The order resonated in his head, but he understood that he couldnât say no, so his hands instinctively went to grab the bottle, to throw it outside.Â
âOh and Peter...â
â... y- yes?âÂ
âIf you ever pull anything like that again, I will fist you with my metal glove on and i will explode you from the insideâ.Â
Peter wasnât sure he didnât want that.Â
SPIDERMAN: FAR FROM HOME ( 2019 ) dir. jon watts
I bet you are baby boy
Favorite starker content you've made? đ
oh my god how do I answer this??? Okay so my three favorite drabbles are:
âą The one where Tony fucks Peter into switching gang groups.
âą The threesome between Tony, Peter and Steve.
âą The one where they meet at the bathroom of a bar.
And long fics? Maybe dangerous possession on my AO3 (@/tinygiantsam)
(alright this is me testing the waters to see if I have enough support to come back ajsjsjs)
There was no one in this world who was allowed to call Tony, Anthony. Except one little human; Peter.
He didnât choose to call him that every day, because why would he destroy their little secret? Instead, he used it in only one little place: the bed.
So, when Tony was pounding into Peter slowly, lights off, a candle on the window bay to stop them from falling asleep in between pleasures, Peterâs hands restrained by the tie Tony had worn all day and his legs spread and bruised like the slut he was⊠the words rolled off so effortlessly they ingraved themselves into Tonyâs brain, causing him to hallucinate.
Because no one could stop Iron Man from releasing himself into the tiny rosy hole he so wholeheartedly loved once he heard his boy whisper âfill me, Anthonyâ.
Iâll win you over at trial (part 6)
(well, guys, if you need the other parts, you can either find them in my blog or personally ask for them on my messages. I have them all, so itâll literally take me five minutes to send them. Enjoy!)
âDo you want anything to eat?âÂ
Peterâs eyes snapped up, his brain processing the simple question way slower than it should have, his eyes wandering down Tonyâs body, taking in the stress, the tension, the toughness.Â
âNo, thank youâ he replied, taking in his hand once again Oscarâs statement and taking a picture of it, sending it to MJ, the assistant, next to the name of the hotel Tony had told him he and Hendrix were so they would have the video first thing in the morning. Leverage over the other team.Â
âItâs almost one, you should eat something if youâre gonna keep working as hard as you haveâÂ
âIf youâre hungry I donât mind you eating. I just donât mix food with workâÂ
Tony nodded, emptying Peterâs whiskey glass as well and leaving it on the table, then taking the morgue papers once again and going through all of the information they had on his head. There was just one thing that didnât quite make sense.Â
âPeter⊠if Rosa had called her mom to pick her up, then why did she started to take a short cut to her house?âÂ
Peter looked up and took the piece of paper from Tonyâs hand, realizing that the question had nothing to do with what was written, leaving it next to Oscarâs files. âShe was drunk, Tony. I wouldnât think too much of itâ
Tony looked around, craving some more whiskey. âI donât know, I feel like⊠like thereâs more to it. Especially if mommy dearest was on her way to pick her upâÂ
âLike you donât do stupid shit when youâre drunkâ Peter muttered under his breath, preparing the papers he was going to have to present before the judge the next day to make the mom incompetent, not even realizing that Tony had raised his eyebrows, the commentary ringing in his ears.Â
The man decided to ignore that.Â
âDid you check the phone calls?â asked Tony, receiving a nod and an affirmative sound from the younger male. âItâs just⊠if sheâs dead, how do you guys know she walked willingly to the shortcut, or that it was a shortcut at all? How do we know she called the mom? Why did she arrive so quickly?âÂ
Peter sighed and closed his eyes, then opened them, looking at Tony. Deep, tired eyes returning the stare. âThat information was given to us by her mother in the statementâÂ
âI thought she was sent to the mental hospital almost immediatelyâÂ
Peter frowned slightly. Yes, he had been told that, so that was what he told Tony. He started to look for a specific paper, scattering them around the table. It actually didnât make sense. The person needs to be in a stable state to testify, which means she either didnât have the mental breakdown immediately orâŠ
âTony, I think I know who set you upâÂ
The manâs face turned into a wolfish grin as he rounded the table, walking towards Peter, his eyes giving off the sensation of smugness as well. âSee? I told you it was a good idea to work with meâ. Peterâs throat progessively turned into the desert, his eyes wide with⊠fear? No. He didnât fear Tony, but maybe what he was willing to do when drunk.Â
âI-I told you I was going to keep you out of jailâŠâ the poor young man trailed off, his heart way too fast for him to make complete phrases, but still keen on showing Tony he didnât give himself away easy. That he wasnât vulnerable, that he was strong, and one hell of a smart man.Â
âWell, as long as you keep your wordâŠâ inquired Tony, his hand slowly traveling to Peterâs chin and lifting it, looking for any signs of uncomfortableness. Nervousness was normal, even a little shyness was okay. He stepped closer to him and backed him up until his lower back bumped into the table and he could feel the beating of the man on his own chest. ââŠWeâll be okayâ
Peter swallowed thickly when Tonyâs knee dangerously parted his legs, taking place right against his crotch, his face revealing the satisfaction he was feeling by blushing. His eyes closed automatically, his tongue licked his lower lip in anticipation. This was wrong. So wrong.Â
âWhy donât we get that tiny suit out of you, huh, Attorney Parker?â
He knew Tony was a respectful man, so the answer was on his hands. If he gave him the green light, he was on for probably the best night of his life. If he gave the red light he was making the right thing. Lawyers and clients didnât go well together. Not to mention it would be illegal for Peter to keep representing the man after, and at this point, Peter was Tonyâs best chance, and he definitely wanted justice for the man.Â
He didnât know what to listen to. His needy part or his responsible part?Â
Yes? No?
Please?
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This is it. Should I write part 7?
Iâll win you over at trial (part 5)
(references to How to Get Away with Murder and Suits. Part 1, 2, 3 and 4 on my blog. you can also message me for them)
Peterâs mind shut down, and the next thing he knew, he was kissing back. They were kissing like a couple of teenagers, their hands to themselves and no movement.Â
And later on, Peter would think what the fuck drove him to do it, but he slowly reached for the manâs face and pulled him down, straightening his own back so they could be at the same level. Peter wasnât thinking when he parted his lips, but Tony definitely was when their tongues mixed.Â
A little moan returned Peter to reality. Did he just moan? Was he kissing Tony?
No. No. No. No. What was he thinking?Â
Peter pulled away the second Tonyâs hand reached his waist, his pupils dilated and big wide eyes, his lips slightly swollen. âWe canât do that. Iâm your lawyerâÂ
Tony coughed slightly and looked at the boy. He wasnât going to fight him.Â
âWhy would you do that?â continued Peter, his voice shaky and his heart stammering, falling on his ass, the floor cracking with the weight (the house was old). His throat felt so dry it was painful.Â
âYou were the one who kissed me back, Peterâ and then he stood up, looking at the boy sitting on the floor. âNow you can either pretend it didnât happen and do your job or know that it happened and do your job. Iâm still paying youâ then he slowly left the room, making his way to the bathroom.Â
Peter ran a hand through his hair, and then he touched his lips, a ghost feeling of Tonyâs soft ones still haunting him. Fuck. Okay. Priority number one, keep Tony out of jail.Â
He stood up and reached for the phone with shaky hands, calling his assistant, Mary Jane. The phone rang twice and then she picked up.Â
âItâs almost midnightâÂ
âI know, Iâm sorry. I need you to bring Hendrix OâRyan tomorrowâÂ
âThe Cambridge professor? What does he know about Tony? More importantly, isnât he like⊠you know, not in this city?âÂ
âHeâs the alabi, MJâ muttered Peter, his ears turning a little red at the mention of the name that brought them to kiss. MJ didnât have to know that, though.Â
âAre you aware that if we bring him there, theyâre gonna call Tony to the stand? He canât commit perjury, PeterâÂ
âHeâs innocent, I know this. Can you please just convince him to testify?âÂ
Peter heard MJ sigh at the other end. It was going to be hard. Both men had a very strong âstraightâ reputation and neither of them wanted to lose it that way, but Peter knew Tony was innocent, he just did. And he much rathered Tony losing his reputation for this, than losing it for being a convicted murderer.Â
âOkayâ she finally said. âDo you need surveillance footage as well?â Peter made an affirmative sound. âOn it, boss. Now Iâm calling it a night, so donât call againâ then she hung up.Â
Peter smiled. She was a pain in the ass, but he would be nowhere without her.
Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Tony was washing his face for the fifth time. Maybe he knew how to act cool in front of the young man, but his head was spinning with something he hadnât felt in a long time. Guilt.Â
What if he ruined that young manâs career? What if because of this he didnât want to be his lawyer anymore? Itâs not like they could call Annalise Keating or Harvey Specter. They would never take the case.Â
Tony sighed and decided that he couldnât keep feeling sorry for himself, so he opened the bathroom door and directed himself towards the table, knowing he was going to find Peter there.Â
âWhat now?â he whispered, making Peter lift his head in surprise. Apparently, neither one of them was ready to face the other again, but time wasnât on their side.Â
âI just called my assistant, and sheâll find Hendrix and the footage of the hotel. They will probably call you to the stand tomorrow. If they ask you a question that will incriminate you, look at me, Iâll call for fifth amendment rightâÂ
âAnd that isâŠâ Tony trailed off, looking at the still full glass of whiskey on Peterâs side.Â
âA witness has the right to not testify when they could be incriminating themselvesâÂ
Tony nodded, then looked at the papers. âAre we gonna do anything about Oscar lying?â Peter nodded. âAnd what about the incompetent witness?âÂ
âI told you. Iâll talk to the judge first thing tomorrow before the trial starts. And Oscar⊠weâll call him again to testify, but weâre gonna wait for them to do it first, because then they will not see it comingâÂ
Tony laughed. âCan they not take into accounts a witnessâs statement if he was lying?âÂ
âWhat it can cause is a larger investigation, maybe even Supreme Courtâ then he laughed to himself, Tony looked at him confused, Peter sighed and rolled his eyes. He forgot he wasnât joking around with another lawyer. âItâs extremely difficult to reach the Supreme Court, youâd have to be sentenced with little to no evidence, descriminated or well, buried evidence. But thatâs not our case. Weâre looking at someone who framed you at max. The court doesnât really care for those thingsâÂ
âItâs one hell of a systemâ Tony muttered.Â
âTell me about itâÂ
They both laughed, then Peter looked up and caught Tony staring at him, a grin on his face.Â
You can either pretend it didnât happen and do your job, or know that it did and do your job.Â
The words resonated on Peterâs mind. He knew Tony wasnât about to pretend it didnât happen.Â
âWhat?â he asked softly, fidgeting with his fingers as he half looked at Tony and half avoided his stare while reading pieces of phrases that were displayed on the table in numerous papers.Â
Tony laughed again, then reached for the glass Peter had on his side, getting dangerously close to his face from over the table. But he backed off, standing again. âNothing, youâre cuteâÂ
Peter felt his entire body lit up on fire. Fucking hell.Â
(give me constructive criticism please!)
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Iâll win you over at trial (part 4)
(this chapter is more personal than lawyer-y)
Tony was in the kitchen, pouring himself more whiskey even when he knew it was a bad idea. He was locked up with his lawyer for another⊠eight hours if his watch wasnât lying, and here he was, getting drunk.Â
He could hear rustling on the leaving room, and he knew Peter was trying desperately to find something that got Tony out of jail. But the boy was right, if they couldnât un-place him at the crime scene, then everything was lost.Â
Tony slowly made his way back into the leaving room, only to see Peter kneeling on the floor, reading and re-reading the same papers he had been reading all afternoon, the disgustingly tight suit he had adorning his whole body, making him look classy and ready.Â
The man leaned against the door frame, his eyes wandering down the boyâs figure, wondering how someone could have so much knowledge. Peter raised his head just in time to meet Tonyâs eyes, and after holding the stare for what seemed a second too long, his head fell down again.Â
âYou finally gonna tell me where you were?âÂ
Tony smiled with a sad connotation, walking towards him. âYes, I amâÂ
Peterâs ears perked up, looking up at the standing man in front of him. âWait, really?â
The man nodded and Peter slowly stood up, cleaning his suit and looking at Tony expenctantly.Â
âI need you to swear that youâre not gonna go rushing to the judge about itâÂ
Why would Peter run to the judge? He nodded anyway, whatever he needed to make Tony finally confess so they could win.Â
âNo, Peter, I need you to promise meâÂ
âWhy is it so important?â he replied.Â
âJust do itâÂ
âNo, but I donât get why-â
âI was sleeping with a man!â
Silence. The room was quiet, the only thing that you could hear was the sound the little ice cubes made as they melted away on the whiskey, and even though Tony knew already by the face Peter made that he wasnât homophobic, he also knew he didnât understand why was that such a problem.Â
Peterâs head was spinning with this information. If they wanted to make Tonyâs alabi useful, then they needed the man he was sleeping with, to put him in the stand, make him confirm the time and hopefully get some kind of surveillance video of the hotel or wherever they were together.
âTonyâŠâ Peter started, walking towards him.Â
âNoâ muttered Tony and walked away, getting close to a couch that was misteriously dirty, finally sitting down and chugging the rest of the whiskey.Â
âWe can win thisâÂ
âNoâÂ
âListen to me!â screamed Peter, his ears burning, making Tony immediately turn to him. âThe surveillance video wonât show you two doing the things that youâre telling me, it just will show that you met him and that you were with him at the time of the crime. Tony, I can get you out of this, but if you donât help me I canât do anything. You know I respect my clientâs privacy, and that if you donât give me permission to say anything I wonât but⊠I really donât want to see an innocent man go to jail for something he didnât doâÂ
Tony breathed in slowly and then exhaled, his face showing different emotions. He knew that if the video didnât show anything, the only possible threat were rumors, and his company had been dealing with them for over two decades. He hid his face in his hands, sighing deeply.Â
âBut we still have to find whoâs setting me upâ muttered the man, lifting his head only slightly.Â
âAnd Iâm on it. I have to make so calls, Tony. Can I get the guyâs name?â Peterâs face was pleading, but before saying anything else, he saw the man hide his face again, and this time he looked likeâŠÂ
âAre you crying?â inquired Peter, too shocked to be careful about it, his heart racing as he saw one of the most powerful men in the world show vulnerability. It actually broke his heart that the reason had to be with his sexuality. Peter understood that too well.Â
âHendrix OâRyanâÂ
Peterâs heart sunk at the way Tony whispered that, defeated.Â
âHeâs a professor at Cambridge University. Heâs here visiting his family or somethingâ and finally he lifted his head again, his eyes teary, but not for that less strong or powerful. âWhat? Arenât you gonna run to tell everybody?â he said, his voice louder than he would have intended.Â
Peter fidgeted with his fingers, then slowly approached the couch, kneeling in front of Tony. He hadnât been a lawyer for a long time but he had dealt with things like this before, and he wanted nothing but Tony feeling good about himself.Â
âTony, we can find another way. But itâs important that you know itâs okay to be gayâŠâ
âIâm bisexualâ admitted Tony, security in his voice. He knew what he was, he wasnât ashamed of it, he just didnât want it affecting how everybody saw him. He didnât want people to stop believing in him because he could turn up with a boyfriend.Â
The young man nodded, searching for Tonyâs face. âAnd thatâs okayâ he repeated. âWhat is not okay is for you to go to jailâ. He caught Tonyâs attention. âItâs not okayâÂ
âIâm not any happier hereâ replied Tony, as to what Peter frowned. Why was Tony acting this way? Back at the court, all he wanted was for Peter to win the case so he could go home, and now he didnât care?Â
âYou wonât have your freedom, Tony, which is just as important. I might be a lawyer, and I know what they say about us. That weâre cold-hearted, that we donât care about our clients, that we just want money. Iâm- Iâm not like that. I donât want the money, I want for you to be okayâÂ
Tony turned his face completely to the young man.Â
Silence.Â
The room was almost dark, the clock was ticking, and Tony slowly looked down Peterâs face through the tears, finding his lips. He knew he had to look up, but he just couldnât.Â
His face slolwy moved towards Peterâs as all of his senses told him to back away, to run, to stop. Stop. Stop.Â
He didnât stop. And finally, their lips met.Â
(part 1, 2 and 3 available on my blog!)Â
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Iâll win you over at trial (part 3)
Tony had let go of Peter, and was running his hands through his hair, exasperation running through his veins as he realized his threats were useless with the young man.Â
âIâm twenty three by the wayâ muttered Peter just as the door was knocked.Â
Peter rushed to open it, only to see Lee standing in the door, looking not only smug, but extremely annoying.
âThe judge had a family emergency, the trialâs gonna continue tomorrowâ
Peter nodded and before letting Lee say anything else, he slammed the door in his face. âYou can go home, the trialâs continuing tomorrowâÂ
Tony frowned and watched as Peter moved around the room, collecting his papers and briefcase, probably with too much on his mind to notice that Tony was staring at him.Â
âIâm working with you tonight. You can come to my houseâ and when Peterâs reaction was a frown and shook of the head, Tony insisted: âCommon, Iâm the only one that knows as much of this case as youâÂ
Peter rolled his eyes and sighed, defeated. âOkay, but do you understand that weâre gonna be working really late?âÂ
âNothing some whiskey canât fixâÂ
When they got to Tonyâs house, Peter was impressed. It wasnât exactly what he had imagined, and Tony noticed immediately because of Peterâs expression.Â
âThis is my second house, and I have it under a fake, uh, legal name. I come here when I donât want anyone finding meâ
âRight. So, we should get startedâ he said and sat down, cleaning the table so he could expand his papers, all of this while Tony poured two glasses of whiskey and sat at the other side of the table, leaving one glass closer to Peter.Â
âIf youâre not gonna tell me where you were, Iâm gonna have to somehow un-place you at the crime scene, which is complicated. We only have Oscar Eastwood as a witness in that, besides Victoria, obviously, but Iâm gonna make her incompetent for the trialâ
âWhat do you mean?âÂ
âIf I can prove that she was more than two weeks on medication at the mental hospital, her statement becomes useless, because sheâd⊠well, a witness might be considered incompetent if he or she were not mentally competent and stable, or if he or she were particularly young, for example. You obviously know which one Iâm usingâÂ
Tony nodded. âSmart move. How you gonna prove that?âÂ
âThe hospitalâs papers. I can get a warrat. But, again, with no location for you, the best thing we can do is try to find the actual killerâ
âYeah, find the mother fucker, the only reason I got this goateĂ© was because nobody else had itâ muttered Tony and then drank a big zip.Â
Peterâs head snapped up and smiled, an idea forming in his head that for some reason he hadnât considered before. It was brilliant. âThatâs it. Thatâs it, Tony. Nobody could look like you unless they tried. This was a set-up. Do you have any enemies?âÂ
Tony scoffed. âThe real question is which one of my several enemies was itâÂ
Peter sighed and let his head all. Fuck.Â
âWe really need to find the killer. Iâm going to call the mental hospital and hopefully try to get the judge to make her incompetentâÂ
Tony nodded and when Peter left, he grabbed the morgue papers. The autopsty had shown a clear gunshot to the head. Tony was extremely talented, but due to his anxiety his hand was alwyas shaking. Aim wasnât exactly hisâŠÂ
Wait. The autopsy said that the killer was probably left handed because of the way the bullet entered the brain. Tony was right handed.Â
Peter came back. âShe can be declared incompetent, what- are those the morgue papers?âÂ
Tony nodded and turned them around, pushing them to Peter and pointing towards a highlighted line. âIt says the killerâs left handed. Iâm right handedâ and then he grabbed a pencil and wrote something with his left hand. It was impossible to read. Peter was sure a five year old could communicate better than that.Â
âThat can definitely be used, good work. But, Tony, letâs go over the facts. Rosa RodrĂguez, the victim, walked at 5:48 am in the bar, we believe nothing happened inside the bar, and according the barman, she left around 6:40 am after calling her mother, Victoria and asking her to come pick her up, only to enter an alley, a shortcut to her home, and thatâs when allegedly you appeared, shot her clean in the head and then ran away, throwing the gun in the trashcan, and left the body there, not noticing that Victoria entered the scene and saw âyouâ leave the crime scene. She, then had a mental breakdown, and was sent to the mental hospitalâÂ
Tony frowned again, going over one tiny detail that Peter said. âWait. Did you just say inside the trashcan?â
Peter frowned as well and looked around for the papers, handing Tony the one that had Oscar Eastwoodâs statement. âHe said he found the murder weapon inside the trashcan when the police interrogated him, that you threw it inside the traschcanâÂ
Tony smirked. âIn court he said the gun was behind the trascan, so heâs either really stupid, lying on stand, orâŠâÂ
âOr he was paid to lieâÂ
âOr maybe heâs the one who set it upâÂ
When Peter heard that, started looking for the papers. âHe works on a farm, Tony, so, unless youâve made a farmer upset, I donât think heâs the oneâŠâÂ
Tony stood up, drinking the rest of the whiskey he had on his glass, then got close to Peter, the alcohol clearly already affecting his right mind, even after of so many years drinking like there was no tomorrow.Â
âI can make everyone upset, sweetheartâ he whispered, the last word close to his ear.Â
Peter turned around and grabbed Tony by the shirt so quickly that the man had barely any time to know what was going on. âDonât ever call me sweetheartâÂ
Tony smirked and fixed the young manâs hair. âI pay, I call you whatever I wantâ
Peter rolled his eyes and turned around. He might have been the most annoying man in the world, but he was going to help him. Tony Stark was innocent.Â
(part 1 and 2 on my blog!)Â
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Iâll win you over at trial (part 2)Â
Leeâs witness was Oscar Eastwood, the man who had found the murder weapon, the gun that was under Tonyâs name, illegaly.Â
âMr. Eastwood, where did you find the murder weapon?âÂ
Peter bit his lower lip, he knew where Lee was going.Â
âOh, uh, behind a trashcan on an alleyâÂ
Lee nodded and looked at the jury. âYou might be wondering why a farmer that was just visiting town would get behind a trashcan in the middle of an abandoned alley, well, the answer is that man you see over thereâ and pointed at Tony.Â
Tony looked around at all the faces staring at him and got close to Peterâs ears. âCanât you object or something?âÂ
âI canât object every time he speaksâÂ
âHe had no problem doing so to youâ
âMr. Eastwood checked behind the trashcan because he saw a man throw something there. Mr. Eastwood, could you describe the man?âÂ
âUm, he- he had a suit on and a beardâÂ
âWould you describe it as a goateĂ©?â
âObjection, leading!â muttered Peter as he stood up.Â
âIâll rephrase. Could you identify the man sitting over there as the man you saw throw the gun behind the trascan?âÂ
Oscar gulped and looked at Tony, then at the judge.Â
âAnswer the question, Mr. Eastwoodâ commented the judge.Â
âYesâÂ
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Iâll win you over at trial
âMr. Stark, my name is Peter Parker and Iâll be your defense attorney todayâ muttered Peter, extending his hand for the man to grab.Â
Tony scoffed, not even glancing twice at the younger man. âHow old are you?âÂ
Peter let his hand fall and looked down momentarily. âOlder than you think, and way smarter than the other guy they were gonna assign youâ.Â
âI sure fucking hope soâ and then he crossed his arms over his chest, looking at the jury, all of them giving him a nasty look. Tony knew where the scale was leaning, and the chances of him going to jail where no longer 50/50.Â
Peter motioned for Tony to sit, and so did he, opening his briefcase and pulling out several papers. âNow, Mr. Starkâ started whispering Peter; âI know we barely know each other but Iâm going to need you to act as if I know every single dirty little secret in your lifeâÂ
âAnd donât you?â whispered Tony back, smirk on his face, a slight sense of amusement running through him as he realized there was a small chance he could intimidate the boy and get someone better assigned.Â
Peter smiled. âI do, Mr. Starkâ.Â
But before any of them could say anything else, the judge entered the room and they all rised, only to be commanded to be seated again, since the trial was going to begin.Â
âMr. Parker, you can startâ muttered the judge, and so Peter stood up.Â
âYour honor, my client here has been accused incorrectly of murder, and I can prove it. Mr. Stark did have an illegal gun and heâs already paid charges for that, but the time of the crime and the location of Mr. Stark donât match, so Iâd like to call my first witness. Victoria Lopezâ.Â
There was a round of murmuring. Why would he call her? That was the mother of the victim that claimed to have seen Tony at the crime scene.Â
âWhat are you doing?â muttered Tony to Peter, grabbing his forearm and bringing him close to him.Â
âTrust meâ.Â
Victoria Lopez entered the court and after swearing, she sat down.Â
âMrs. Lopez, how are you?âÂ
âObjection, immaterial!âÂ
âYour honor, the witness is clearly distressed, I want to make her feel comfortable before asking about the murder of her own daughterâ said Peter.Â
âOverruledâ said the judge.Â
Victoria then, answered with a very strong mexican accent:Â âIâm not okay, I want my daughter back, and Iâll do whatever I have to do to put her killer behind bars!â
Peter nodded. âMrs. Lopez, isnât true that you were so devastated after the murder that you had to be admited into a psychiatric hospital?âÂ
âObjection, this question was already answeredâ exclaimed the attorney Lee, defensor of the Lopez family.Â
âOverruledâÂ
âUh, yes. I had to go there, you understand that it was too painful to be at home and see all her stuffâÂ
âAnd where you on meds?âÂ
She nodded. âYes, I wasâÂ
âCould it be possible, then, that, you seeing Mr. Stark at the crime scene might have been all product of you watching the news where Mr. Stark appeared, then mixing it with your dreams, considering the pain was so strong all you wanted was someone to blame?âÂ
âObjection, your honor thatâs speculationâÂ
âYour honor, Iâm just asking if itâs possibleâÂ
âOverruled. Seat down, Mr. LeeâÂ
Victoria gulped. âIt could be possible, yeah- but I know whatâŠâÂ
âNo further questionsâ exclaimed Peter and went back to his sit. Tony turned to him right when the other defense attorney stood up, and looked at the younger man up and down, smirking.Â
âYouâre goodâÂ
âIâm gonna get you out of hereâ whispered Peter, turning to Tony as well, trying to be as quiet as possible as Lee called his witness.Â
âGood boyâ muttered Tony and licked his lips, biting into the air, making Peter blush slightly.Â
Peter gulped and coughed, then straightened a bit. This was going to be a long trial.Â
(part two is available on my blog guys!)
Hey! This is getting popular again so Iâm reblogging all parts
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