#amazingmanofspiders

[justabrooklynkid-blog1]

@amazingmanofspiders

It’s been only one week since he last saw it - at least for him. For the world it’s been nearly seventy years, and of course they forgot. Or maybe it just hadn’t been documented well enough.

He tries not to think too much about the reasons while he watches Selvig carefully carry the Tesseract away. Steve doesn’t follow, not yet, remaining next to the machine it had been held in on Stark’s rooftop, to take a moment and just breathe.

From up here the destruction the aliens have left behind all over Manhattan is painfully obvious. People have come back outside, slowly, tentatively, tiny from so far away.

The others are still where they have found Loki, taking care that he isn’t going to pull any last tricks. He should get back to them. But Steve’s gaze lingers on the city below him that still feels familiar, in its core, but right now looks so foreign that he could just as well be on a different planet.

[tableformrstank-archive-blog]

😜 …someone who makes my muse laugh.

Rhodey. 

From MIT days to just yesterday, Rhodey has never failed to have him in stitches; be it through him being a smartass or a jackass, Rhodey is his bff for a reason. 

Tony knows he’s incredibly lucky that he didn’t scare Rhodey off because honestly? He might not see Rhodey every day, they might drift together and then apart again, but he doesn’t know what he’d do without Rhodey.

[tableformrstank-archive-blog]

all downhill from here - tony stark & peter parker

Location: Queens, New York [5:12 P.M.] Date: 8th June 2016

Yesterday, he’d been in London, hiding out at Aunt Peggy’s funeral and now here he was in Queens, his thirty-six hour deadline ticking away with every second Peter took to hack his hand from being attached to the doorknob.

He’d managed a cat nap somewhere over the North Atlantic Sea, after telling FRIDAY to have Spider-Boy’s suit ready alongside a change of clothes, but a couple of hours didn’t do much on a seventy plus sleep debt.

Peter had come up on his radar almost the moment he’d shown his face in that red and blue onesie of his and before The Accords had shown their face, he’d actually started a suit for him, hoping to use it as some sort of lure; come join us, we have fancy new suits that won’t get you killed, kid. Jesus, even Captain America had a shield and a thrice woven Kevlar Gore-Tex suit and here was this ballsy little fucker running around lower Manhattan wearing his PJ’s and a pair of swimming goggles.

It was a damn miracle he was still alive.

Miming zipping his lips before opening the bedroom door, he let Tony Stark settle into his bones, the conversation prior to having his hand stuck to the door having been surprisingly and jarringly deep for a moment there; he tossed the kid’s aunt a smile, all charm.

“We’re all good,” is what he says to her, casting a quick look over his shoulder to Peter. “Just need to borrow him for a couple of days; paperwork to sign, college credits to verify; you know, all the fun nitty gritty stuff. Isn’t that right, Peter?”