#heroicxchaotic

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@heroicxchaotic // endgame based starter call

   Binarily Augmented Retro-Framing-- B.A.R.F. for short. He’s introduced to it shortly after his return, coming back after the five years had passed-- five years that only felt like seconds to him. He does his best to pretend, fake as if he’s doing alright, but most are able see through him crystal clear. It’s...a lot to deal with. The kid with the weight of the world already resting on his shoulders-- tackling DYING, returning to a world moved on, thrown right back into a battle, and then watching yet another death. It hurts, the heavy weight of loss that he’s too familiar with by now. He went to the funeral, and he’s trying his best to be okay, especially for the people that really deserve to mourn more than he does ( like Pepper and Rhodey and Happy and Morgan ), but with not just Mr. Stark’s death, but everything piling up on him, he’s far from okay.

And once that’s made known, he’s offered a sort of...method. Not a solution, nothing will solve this as much as Peter WANTS things to return to normal, but...something Mr. Stark invented. For therapeutic purposes. He’s unsure at first, but...it’s better than trying to get himself to talk to someone. So he wears the glasses and relives the memories through projection. 

                                                 It’s a slippery slope from there. 

He starts using it more often than he probably should. Usually in secret, just to hear the VOICES in his mind once more. It starts with memories of Mr. Stark, and then he decides to try it out with Ben, and sometimes it isn’t even with other people, just his own memories. He’s told it’s meant to WORK THROUGH traumatic experiences, but he’s just stuck in a loop. Now? He’s on the battlefield again, augmented memory surrounding him as he kneels down in front of Mr. Stark. Closure, that’s what he needs, right? “Mr. Stark? It’s me-- it’s Peter, I-- we won--” He chokes out, and although this all already happened, he can still feel the tears burning. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I know it’s...I know it’s my fault. I figured it out, you did it for me, and-- and I don’t get why, I...it’s my fault, I know it’s my fault, I’m sorry, Tony, I’m sorry-”

  The memory fades soon afterwards, and Peter takes off the glasses, letting out a breath. He doesn’t get up, instead keeping himself sat on the ground and hugging his knees to his chest. His vision goes blurry, and before he knows it, hot tears are streaming down his cheeks, loud sobs getting caught in his throat. He doesn’t know how long he sits there, not until there’s a voice nearby, slowly lifting his head, red eyes meeting Pepper’s. “I’m sorry-” He repeats, looking downwards again, embarrassed to be caught like this. “I can’t-- I can’t stop-”

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☂ from Pepper!

@heroicxchaotic // send me a ☂ to find my character in a dark alley in the middle of a storm, beaten and bloody

Peter doesn’t know how he managed to get himself into this situation– one moment he was FINE, and the next he was left on the ground, badly beaten with cuts, bruises, and who knows what else littering his body beneath the suit. Laying on the hard concrete, he pulls off his mask, letting out a few heavy, exhausted breaths as crimson droplets cling to his lower lip. He doesn’t know how long he stays there, at least ten minutes, focusing on breathing right and simply moving his fingers back and forth before even trying to sit himself up or stand. It’s when he finally has himself at least a little upright, sitting against a wall in the alley, when the STORM begins. 

He leans his head back and lets out a sigh as drops of water land on his skin and slide down his face, matted and messy hair sticking to his forehead. It’s anything but relaxing though, with the nearby rumbling thunder HURTING his ears every time it goes off. Stupid senses being eleven times higher than they were before, making him way more sensitive to noise. Peter knows he has to make it home SOMEHOW, though. May’s probably already worried about him– he doesn’t want to think about her reaction to his injuries. He’s so dead! His drive kicks in again, and even though it h u r t s, Peter manages to push himself to his feet, wobbling slightly, but walking. 

Taking careful steps through the alley, Peter keeps his arms wrapped around his torso, SHIVERING from the cold of the rainstorm. Teeth chatter, and the thunder doesn’t fail to make him wince every time. But then he recognizes someone calling out his name, and his head turns, mouth falling open. “Ms– Ms. Potts?” His voice comes out cracked and raspy. “How’d you know I was here?!” 

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Love Beyond This World

 It had been a few days by Earth’s time since he had come to be here on this alien planet and met an odd looking Earth female creature by the name of Belle. It still amazed him how similar their two races seem to be. Indeed there seemed to be just as many similarities as there were differences. There were plenty of both and he was looking forward to exploring and gathering samples to tell him just how many of each there were.

 So far he’d discovered that not only were these Earth people bipedaled and itelligent enough to speak but they also had the intelligence to tap into their planet’s natural resources. According to the books that Belle so graciously allowed him to translate and read however, intelligence didn’t spread through the whole race. Some of them didn’t realize that they were slowly killing their own planet. He read about clear warning signs such as drastic changes in their meterology and spoke with Belle about them even, sharing his concern. It sadly seemed to be up to their higher ups whether or not to do anything about it though.. And those higher ups just weren’t..

 He imagined there would be world wide panic when natural resources ran dry and found himself entertaining the thought once again about taking Belle along with him once he left this rock. She was quite intelligent for a lower lifeform, they had sat and talked and debated for hours with one another almost since he arrived. He found himself looking forward to it when she got off work in the evenings. She was even kind enough to patiently humor him and tell him about the primitive technology of this world of hers. In return, he told her about his own on his ship and on his own planet.

 He still refused to even touch much less consume that thing she called Jello that he was still convinced was another lifeform though. Inanimate foods didn’t wobble like that when one touched them and he was going to resolute about it. She’d gotten a good laugh at him when he jumped away from it though.

 He sighed now, lowering the book he was reading for the moment to rub at his eyes. Perhaps he had been reading too long, they felt a bit sore now. Not nearly as sore as his ankle had been though before she had doctored it up for him to the best of her ability.

 He looked at the ankle in question that was elevated on what she’d called an ottoman. It would help keep the swelling down and he should try to keep weight off of it, she told him. Seemed she had been right, the area had been inflammed a bit from his none-too-graceful fall from his ship and the crash before that. Now if it weren’t for the tell tale soreness he felt if he moved it a certain way, he’d never know if had been injured.

 He was getting a bit stir crazy though and looked at the clock, judging her to be home soon. He still hadn’t quite gotten the hang of earth time, but he was getting there. He did at least surmise however that he should send the signal to his son to let him know he was still alright. His boy tended to worry for him and unless he wanted his worried son to come barging through Belle’s door he should check in. He did that, sending a quick voice message as well telling him that the ship was still damaged and in need of repair, but he was alright. With that done, he leaned back on the sofa and let his head rest against the back of it, closing his eyes.

 Just for a moment, just to get the soreness out.

 That’s what he told himself, but he was drifting off before he realized it.

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“I must say I never expected to be wed to someone as stunning as you.” From Belle <3

 Stunning..

 Well that was a new one. That one word could of course be taken in many different ways, but it was still a word never used to describe him until that particular moment. And going by the look on her face he didn’t think she meant it in the way of insulting, rather like praising. That alone was a shock.

 He only stared at her in silent surprise for a moment before prancing over and putting a clawed hand to her head as if to check for fever. No elevated temperature met his palm or the back of his hand when he turned it so he stepped back and frowned in confusion.

 “Hm, no fever so that rules out delerium..” he said, more to himself than to her. “What an odd thing to say about the Dark One..”

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@heroicxchaotic​ continued from X

He expected this. An alien spacecraft appearing out of no where, near the Avengers facility, was probably a less than welcome sight. It’s a less than warm welcome at the start - just Steve, though he’s surprisingly relieved the Captain survived the end of the battle. A little more surprising that the entire battalion isn’t ready to meet him, considering this ship could have carried a threat, but he reasons that, perhaps, no one else survived. That seemed a dire point of view. Now that he was back, he could learn what had happened while he was billions of miles away on a planet called Titan. NASA sure had a lot of catching up to do. 

It’s more than he’d bargained for to hear who had survived, a quick list given to him by Steve moments before Pepper appears, and suddenly, they’re alone, and he’s just relieved to have a second before he has to see everyone else. He’s sure they’ve been through hell too, and he needs a break before he can face everyone. 

“Hey Pep.” Tony’s words are spoken practically into her neck - he needed her to be alive more than anyone. “So are you.” He really hadn’t been expecting that. He had been nearly left alone on Titan - who’s to say anyone he had known or cared about back home had survive? It was selfish of him to feel lucky in this moment, but he couldn’t help it. “Thank god.” 

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« i’m up here because of that fucking mosquito, yep. if i reach for that asshole we can finally sleep! » from Pepper. I really feel like this is something she’d say lmao

“ ----Honey?”

Tony was almost confused. he normally never get bugs in his house, unless the door to the back yard was open for a long time -- oh. a sigh left his lips, as he pulled a smile on his face. Oh, he couldn't help but love how adorable she was acting over this --- but he knew best not to say anything about it. a simple sigh left his lips as he moved up from his seat. 

        “ want me to see if I can find this bloodsucker? So you can get some sleep?” 

                                                   ( sleeping mess. ) accepting @heroicxchaotic

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@heroicxchaotic continued from here

The moment the book left her hands, Belle instantly regretted it. Not because she feared it would only anger the Dark One - that didn’t worry her -  but because of the possibility of damaging the book.

So, without hesitation, Belle hurried to pick up the book that had fallen onto the floor and immediately checked it over for any damage, even muttering an apology under her breath before turning to face Rumplestiltskin. “Aren’t there any deals you have to go make!? Surely someone is in need of your help.”The sarcasm heavy on that last word, her voice laced in irritation and frustration.

Rumple had been purposely trying to get on his maid’s nerves. It wasn’t exactly nice, but that was rather the point. He felt that he’d been too lenient with his maid, and he needed to remind her who exactly was in charge. He certainly wasn’t doing it because he thought she looked cute when she was mad. That would be ridiculous. 

Only then she threw a book at him, only to run after and apologize to it. She clearly wasn’t learning the lesson. He had to assert his authority, and it absolutely had nothing to do with her caring more about the book than him. 

“You don’t throw things at me,” he scolded her, using magic to make the book disappear from her hand and reappear in his own. “And you don’t tell me what to do. You’re the maid here, not me. Change your tone.” He was purposely treating her like a child just to make her more angry. “Now go finish your chores and if you’re good maybe you can have the book back in a decade or two.”