#femmuine

[spiriituma]

“Hey, uh... Miss... M-Miss Potts?” He hadn’t seen her SINCE THE FUNERAL. Things had been a bit of a BLUR for him as of late; it was DIFFICULT, trying his hardest to keep focused on SCHOOL and being the FRIENDLY NEIGHBORHOOD SPIDER-MAN that Tony had wanted him to be. Moving forward was a LOT HARDER than everyone made it out to be. “Can, I... Can we talk?” | @femmuine​ for PEPPER !!

[spookttacular-a]

                             ❛      you only meant    WELL   ???      ━━      well, of course, you did....   ❜

                             STARTER CALL   //   @femmuine​ //    JASON DERULO -     WHATCHA SAY

[tempportal]

@femmuine​​ said: “Don’t give me that look.” / vanya !

Five immediately pulls his book up a little higher in front of his face, and no, it’s not to hide, it’s not so Vanya won’t see the little twitch tugging insistently at the corner of his mouth, it’s not so he won’t smile, it’s not so he won’t laugh, it’s just to get the number of the page he’s stopped on, so he can pick back up where he left off later.

Yes, he is going to pick back up where he left off. He’s going to read it all the way to the end. Even with that appallingly mishandled and atrociously under-researched section on particle theory back in chapter seven.

“I’m not giving you any look,” Five says, when he’s (got himself under control again) got the page number tucked away in the back of his mind, and he shuts the book with a snap. “I’m--” his mouth twitches up again, and he has to bite down, hard, on his bottom lip, “--observing your methods.” 

He pushes himself up on his feet, his book tossed in the chair, and he heads over to Vanya on the other end of the room, with the shelf high over her head. It’s high over his head, too, come to that, and he hates that more than words can even describe, but he’s a little better off here than Vanya, because at least he didn’t waste the last ten minutes looking like a complete fool, stretching and straining and jumping up and down to reach a thing she is very clearly not ever going to reach. Unless she has another growth spurt, along with her surprise superpowers, up her sleeve.

Five jumps, in a flash of bright blue, up to grab the jar on the edge of the shelf, and sets it down, with a heavy clunk, on the counter in front of his sister. “Maybe,” he raises his eyebrows, and he holds a straight face this time, “you should consider a footstool.” 

[tempportal]

@femmuine​​ said: “Don’t leave.” / grace !

Five doesn’t even hear the soft whir and click of mechanics, or the sharp clack of high heels on hardwood, but he sure as hell hears Grace’s voice, loud and clear and too sudden, in the dark, empty hall. He whirls around, one hand already clenched, on instinct, around the cold metal handle of the pistol stuffed in his jacket, and it takes his mind much too long to catch up with the rest of him, it takes him too long to let the gun go. 

He drops his hand down in his pocket instead, so she won’t see the gleam of the pistol under the cloth. She probably already knows he’s armed. She’s seen him with a gun in his hands before. He still doesn’t want her to see it. He also doesn’t want her to see the enormous pack, slung over one shoulder, that absolutely screams running away from home, but that thing is pretty hard to miss even in the dark. 

It’s not like he’s going to stay away forever. It’s only until he leads the Commission away from his family. It’s only until his family is safe from his mistakes. 

He pushes the thought to the very back of his brain, and stands up a little straighter. “What are you doing?” If he can turn it around on her, he might get himself out of this quickly. “It’s the middle of the night. Shouldn’t you be charging, or something?”

[spookttacular-a]

                          ❛      when i look back, i might be   MAD   that i gave this attention...      ❜

                          STARTER CALL   //   @femmuine​​ ​​ //    DRAKE -     BACK TO BACK