#d:peter

[spidcrgwens]

@friendlyneighborhoodspidernerd

Movie night was a time-honored tradition between Peter and Gwen. No matter where they were or what they were doing, they made it a point to spend at least one night a week on the couch watching some terrible sci-fi flick. It was a tradition Gwen was proud of, dammit, and it wasn’t one she was going to let get broken by something as stupid as a demon invasion or New York being carted off to some other planet. She was a woman of culture, and sometimes that meant sitting on the couch with her best friend and watching Zombeavers. 

Unfortunately, it seemed demons did not appreciate said culture. They were about thirty minutes into the film when something crashed through the window, and Gwen groaned loudly. “I never thought I’d say this,” she said, pausing the movie and glancing back towards the window, “but I really hope that’s Johnny Storm drunkenly crashing through the window.” It wasn’t, of course. Last she checked, Johnny wasn’t the member of the Fantastic Four capable of invisibility, and judging by the crunching of glass under empty air, Gwen knew that their foe was definitely that. Sighing, Gwen stood. “One night,” she muttered, casting Peter an exasperated expression. “I just want one night without stuff like this!”

[cftorch]

@friendlyneighborhoodspidernerd

Focus on something else, Johnny reminded himself, gritting his teeth together tightly as he made his way down the sidewalk. It was difficult, being out in public. Everyone’s thoughts were constantly trying to shove their way into his head, and every little offhanded desire he had longed to become reality with the power dancing at his fingertips. With Wanda’s advice at the forefront of his mind, Johnny focused all his energy on his feet hitting the pavement, forcing himself to think about the route he was taking as if he hadn’t walked it a million times before.

When he finally showed up at Peter’s apartment, he didn’t knock on the door. It wasn’t exactly on purpose; he just put his finger on the doorknob and it unlocked in a flash of red. It was a little worrisome, but Johnny didn’t much feel like dwelling on it. Instead, he pushed his way into the apartment and shut the door behind him, allowing himself to relax just a little now that he wasn’t surrounded by strangers.

“Pete?” he called, glancing through the apartment. “You here, man? There’s some, uh, some crazy shit happening, and I wanted to make sure you’re all right.”

[spidcrgwens]

@friendlyneighborhoodspidernerd

Truthfully, suddenly finding herself with an entirely different power set was scarier than Gwen let on. Flying was fun -- luckily her years of swinging from the tops of buildings ensured that she wasn’t afraid of heights -- but she’d always been something of a perfectionist. She didn’t like to leave band practice until she got that last drum solo just right, refused to turn in until her experiment was done properly, wouldn’t leave the house until her outfit was exactly the way she’d envisioned it. She liked to have things under control, and for her powers, that went double. 

Gwen could count on one time the occasions where she’d miscalculated with her abilities. There was the time she’d thought she could bring the Vulture down with a mixture of her webbing and her own weight and ended up falling from above New York’s skyline, only surviving through a stroke of luck. There was the time she’d been so sure she could beat Castle and wound up beaten and unmasked in the street outside her apartment. Most hauntingly, there was the day she’d fought so valiantly against the Lizard only to find herself cradling Peter’s dying body when the dust settled. So not understanding how to work her new skillset? It was tough.

She’d panicked most of the way home, flying unsteadily through the air as quickly as she felt safe. When she finally arrived at their apartment -- crashing through the window with all the grace of a beached whale -- she made a beeline for Peter’s room. It was stupid, of course; this wasn’t anything close to the situation with the Lizard, after all. She wasn’t standing around with MJ and Harry, waiting for Peter to arrive. She wasn’t fighting off some monster who turned out not to be so monstrous. This wasn’t even the same Peter she’d lost all that time ago. Still, she needed to see that he was okay. She needed to know. Knocking on his door, she brushed her bangs out of her eyes with a hand she hated to admit was trembling. “Hey, Peter? You here?”

[spidcrgwens]

@pxterparkour

Life since the Panel’s little Q&A had been a whirlwind. There had been that awful 24-hour period without her powers, the fear and anticipation of the Syndicate’s next move, the worry that the Accords was still going to get her arrested. Still, it was hard to think of any of it after Orse’s little revelation. 

Peter was Spider-Man. 

Maybe it made sense in a way; back home, Gwen was Spider-Woman and Peter was dead. On this Earth, it was the opposite: Peter was the spider-person and Gwen was dead. Maybe that was the universe’s way of trying to tell them something.

Maybe Orse’s stunt was the universe’s way of trying to tell her something, too. She’d like to say she didn’t know why she hadn’t told Peter about Spider-Woman, but that was a lie. As long as he was in the dark about it, she could pretend that his counterpart’s death was separate from her. She could pretend it’d been some awful accident, act like it wasn’t her fault. 

But that wasn’t fair, especially not now. Gwen knew who Peter was. Wasn’t it only fair that he know her secret, too?

She fiddled with her shirt collar and took a deep breath, opening the door of the coffee shop where she’d asked him to meet her. Neutral territory and all that. She found him easily and made her way to his table with a smile.

“Hey,” she greeted, taking the seat across from him. “I was thinking maybe we could talk?”

[punishcrcastle]

@friendlyneighborhoodspidernerd

His gun was locked and loaded, his target was silhouetted in the window across the street, and Frank was goddamn ready. This wasn’t the only job he’d be doing tonight, but it was probably the easiest. Part of him had always hated the ones like this, hated the way the men he killed from a distance didn’t get to see his face and experience the terror of knowing their death was coming, missed feeling bones break beneath his fists, but he couldn’t deny that it was goddamn effective. When he did it from a distance like this, he could take out large numbers in short periods and not end up bleeding out on Claire’s doorstep. There was something to that, he figured.

Steadying his rifle against the concrete ledge of the building, Frank took a deep breath. “One batch,” he muttered, leaning towards the scope. “Two batch.” He found his target’s head, put his finger on the trigger, and exhaled. He opened his mouth to finish the mantra, prepared to squeeze his finger on the trigger, something tugged the gun from his grip. Surprised, Frank glanced around, half expecting to see Daredevil’s smug mask somewhere on the rooftop. Instead, he caught sight of some kid in a spider outfit sitting on top of a nearby ledge, Frank’s rifle dangling from some kind of string in his fingers.

“Everybody’s got a goddamn gimmick,” he muttered, more to himself than to the kid. New York was crawling with costume-types now; it seemed Frank could barely leave his warehouse without running into a dozen or so. Gritting his teeth, he retrieved another gun from his bag. “You coming after this one, too? You won’t catch me off guard this time, kid.”

[heartcfiron]

@friendlyneighborhoodspidernerd

Few people knew that Tony Stark’s newest intern moonlighted as an armored superhero, and Riri was sort of hoping to keep it that way. She didn’t have any desire for the kind of spotlight public heroes got, especially not with her mom unprotected back in Chicago. She kind of liked her privacy, and she kept the number of people ‘in the know’ as low as she could. 

One person she definitely didn’t mind knowing was Tony’s other intern. Peter was pretty easy to get along with, after all, one of the few people who Riri felt she could have a real conversation with in the lab without having to slow down or put things into laymen’s terms. He was also a pretty awesome hero himself. Riri still had a lot of questions regarding the whole ‘spider-bite = superpowers’ thing, but for now, she was content to fight at Peter’s side and keep them to herself. Like, for example, right now. The latest New York-style crisis had definitely kept them on their toes, even if the demons weren’t attacking anyone unprovoked, and Riri flew at a steady pace so that Peter could swing alongside her. “Ugh, these things are so ugly,” she complained, dodging a demon as if flew by her and keeping an eye out for any altercations they might need to break up. She kind of loved patrolling the city, if she was being honest. Flying had yet to lose its cool-factor! “Where do you think they’re coming from?”

[cftorch]

@friendlyneighborhoodspidernerd

Something was seriously off. If Johnny hadn’t known it before, he sure as shit did now. It was frustrating, not being able to explain that Doom was up to something. Any time he mentioned one of the times when the villain had tried to kill him or take over the world, he was met with vacant stares. The press conference, Johnny decided, was the icing on the fucking cake. Doom was doing something, and Johnny was going to figure out what it was.

Peter had seemed like a pretty natural choice to help him investigate. He was smart, but not smart enough to tell Johnny he was being stupid. Most of the time, he went along with Johnny’s antics with only mild complaining, and this time was no different. Sitting in Johnny’s car with binoculars -- that was a thing investigators had, right? -- and staring out at the Empire State Building, Johnny was pretty sure this was the best idea he’d ever had. “Okay,” he said, turning to Peter with a grin, “so all we have to do is get proof that Doom sucks, and then we’re golden. I mean, it shouldn’t be hard, right? The guy’s name is literally Doom.”