#babysitting gone wrong

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Book Review: Midnight on Beacon Street by Emily Ruth Verona

★★★✩✩

I was caught by the cover so, I picked it up read the blurb and said why not? I checked it out from the library and sat to read.

It's a good and quick read. Writing is clear and creates a vivid visual but the non linear pacing, multiple POVs, and rather slow pacing hurt this book. The non linear pacing being the biggest problem as it's centered on this one particular Friday night but it cuts from let's 6pm for a chapter and then next chapter is 10 years previously, followed by back to the current Friday so many minutes before midnight from another character's POV causing me to flip back n forth to figure out who was who and what happened again.

The books felt more about the internal struggle of someone with strong anxiety and panic attacks, we the reader never know the why or how it happened since it's never mentioned, but it was more of a focus than any supposed horror or thriller elements that the cover and blurb portrayed and so while I for the most part enjoyed this one, the non linear pacing threw me off.

[tryxie-of-the-sea]

Dear diary,

Took the job for the gold.

Kept the kits.

Might be a problem.

— Tryxie 🏴‍☠️🦊

[agent-anna]

Babysitting Gone Wrong P3

Avengers ~ Marvel Cinematic Universe

Prompt: You’re babying kids when the Avengers show up

Requested by: No one

Reader: Any

Warning: Hydra // Is that even a warning?

A/N: Part 4? || Didn’t fix afterwards because I’m super tired so sorry for mistakes!

Part One    Part Two

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"Thanks again." You smile as the waitress hands you your coffee, it has officially been six weeks since you had escaped that hell hole most people refer to as Hydra. Your scars from all the painful memories had finally started to heal, leaving deep marks in their wake. 

The waitress nods to you as you walk out the front door of the cafe. After you had escaped, you moved to New York to be across the country from that base and the memories of your home town in California. Fall had set, making New York a comfortable warm climate, you take a sip of your coffee with a smile as you continue down the sidewalk into Central Park. A man with long curly hair walks behind you, you keep checking over your shoulder; he keeps following you.

"Aren't you a little young to be walking here alone?" The man finally questions, beating you to confronting him.

"Um, what's it to you?" You demand, trying to keep yourself calm.

"I was just wondering, don't worry." The guy laughs while extending his hand. "Peter Parker by the way."

"Y/N Y/L." You smile while shaking his outstretched hand.

"So y/n, what are you doing here?" He demands.

"Um, walking around Central Park?" You reply with an obvious tone.

"Yeah but I see you here almost every day. Alone." Peter shrugs, you sigh while looking to your shoes.

"I was just going my own way." You mumble.

"At whatever age you are?" He demands.

"Fifteen." You chuckle, he laughs.

"How do you manage?" Peter demands.

"It's uh, it's not easy but my past helps out a lot." You shrug, not knowing why you were telling this stranger all of this.

"Your p-" His cell starts to ring, cutting him off. "One sec, sorry."

"It's okay." You nod as he answers it.

"What?" He hisses while standing from the bench that you two had sat down at who knows when. You look to your shoes, trying to make it seem that you weren't listening.

"We may have a lead on the enhanced that was on the field from the mission Parker. And we believe that it's the women right next to-"

"Mom! Were you spying on me?!?!" Peter demands, out of the corner of your eye you see him look to you.

"Peter, just listen to us. This kids probably scared to the grave, we just want to help her okay?" A new voice states, you sigh and look down to your watch and then your phone.

"Look, I'm sorry but I have a meeting to go to." You sigh while you stand with your coffee and a fake smile. "Maybe we can meet up some other day."

"Wait wait! Please." Peter yells after you as you speed walk down the sidewalk, you quickly walk to a man that was sitting on the bench with his daughter (you assume) and you put on a scared expression as you walk up to him.

"I hate to bother you but this man is chasing after me and won't leave me alone, I just want to go to the hospital and meet my mom; it's her last day the doctors predicted. Please tell him I went that way instead of the way I go please." You beg before quickly running straight down the sidewalk, you see the man stand while gesturing for his daughter to stay put before stopping Peter in his tracks. You take off in a full sprint and finally slow down after your sure that he hasn't followed you, you take deep breaths as you lean against one of the many trees.

"I just wanted to talk." Peters voice states from next to you, you freeze and squeeze your eyes shut as you feel a surge of power go through you at the sudden threat. "Just let us help, we can help you control that."

"No knocking me out, no needles, and I don't want people to stare or judge me at all. No pity or any shit like that, I've had enough." You state as your breath starts coming back.

"I promise." He replies. "Just come with me."

"Fine." You grumble, Peter chuckles as he wraps his arm around your waist. You look to him in surprise and see that he is dressed as the famous Spiderman. "You....you're him."

"Glad to see a fan." He smirks as he shoots a web and takes off, you screaming and hiding your head in his neck as the wind blows your hair around.

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