#lightprotcsting

[ironxhero]

@lightprotcsting

“You must be Michelle.” Tony said as he walked across the lawn to hug Peter. Walking was not exactly the right word. He was more limping, but that was his new status quo, his new walking, so he was walking. He was glad the kid brought Michelle over. With everything that happened with Beck - Tony wanted to throttle Fury for it, for his tactics, which felt so familiar - he wanted the kid close and he wanted to see the girl who so easily put him at ease. He couldn’t be there for him when shit hit the fan. First he didn’t know, second he was still not fully recovered and it would take a lot of time. He chose to recover in private. He felt like he had to give recovery his sole attention after all.

Tony held out his left hand for Michelle, his right being a prosthetic now which he didn’t have as much control over as he wanted to yet and he had no intention to hurt her. “Please don’t mind the chaos in my lab. Dum-E is a little annoyed with U and FRIDAY and decided to shred a few papers.”

[nickxstark-blog1]

@lightprotcsting

When Nick entered the school - Midtown - he was reminded of his own time in school, when everything was so much easier, no legacy, no companies to lead, no little sister to help raise, no teenage super heroes to monitor. But he had these duties now and as such he had the duty to come find a certain young lady and inform her that he had managed to get Peter to a safe location and to get her there should she want to see him.

“Hey. I am looking for a Michelle Jones? It is about your internship at Stark Industries.” He said as he entered the class of that young girl.

[ironhardpacker]

@lightprotcsting, closed starter.

        “So, your turn to babysit the crippled, old guy, huh? Poor you. I’ll try to be at least fairly entertaining, I know teens are hard to impress.” 

[totesamaymay-archive-blog]

She only drinks coffee at midnight When the moment is not right Her timing is quite...unusual

indie semi-selective Michelle Jones

[aranexpuer-blog]

++ @lightprotcsting

——- 🕷 Peter’s gaze was hard, hands folded under his chin as he stares at the girl.

         “You can’t be serious. Star Wars is way better than Star Trek. Especially Kirk’s.”

[petertxngle-a-blog]

Spotify: *plays lively party song that Kesha sings*

Me: *writing angst with @lightprotcsting* :’)))))))

[sensesdialed-aa]

Michelle rolled her lips and looked over to Peter, her new boyfriend, sitting on her couch. After what had happened, once his secret was out to the world, she had taken it upon herself to call him, find him, and bring him to her home. Her father was rarely there and her mother had passed away some years ago. For the moment, he would be safe. She reached over and took his hand in an attempt to comfort him.

@lightprotcsting // random asks (always accepting)

        Hunched over on the couch, Peter is trying not to PANIC in the middle of Michelle’s apartment. There’s an anxious feeling pooling in his stomach, and his ears are RINGING with the words of the broadcast, senses pushing on the edge of a full-blown overload. Spider-Man’s name is Peter Parker! It repeats over and over in his head. Everyone KNOWS, they all know now, and they all think he’s a CRIMINAL. Everyone he knows will be in danger, May and Ned and MJ and everyone else– and he’s CONVINCED they won’t believe him. No one else was on the bridge with him, and the audio of his voice is crystal clear– TAMPERED WITH, maybe, but he can’t deny saying those words. Every single breath hurts, like stabbing pains in his heart, and a part of him really wants to cry, but he holds it back instead. He shouldn’t have given Beck EDITH, should have been smarter, should have been better. Mr. Stark really would be disappointed in him.

   Gaze is trained on the ground when she takes his hand, and Peter’s mouth falls open slightly, glancing towards her as his heart pounds in his chest. The grip stops the shaking slightly, and he’s grateful for it, but he still doesn’t know what to do. “I– I should have– I can’t– I don’t know what to do, MJ. We can’t– I can’t stay here forever. They’ll know I know you, I literally just swung with you in public– they might try to find you and question you or something, I dunno– and now I’m putting everyone– I’m putting you in danger, and I dunno where I’m gonna go, I’m sorry-”