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[praevii]

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Ah, science festivals. Olivia had attended quite a few in her youth, but this was the first time she’d been asked to judge one. It was interesting to see them from an adult’s perspective, all the kids lining up their entries and standing proudly beside them. For now she was not officially judging, but she was conducting a preliminary examination for her own benefit, striding up and down the aisles. Sometimes she forgot that high schoolers were so young. 

“Afternoon, young man,” she said, approaching a display that caught her eye. “What have you got there?” 

[veryxobservant-blog]

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“Try....username A07488876, password...my birthday.” Michelle muttered. She didn’t want to have to do it, but they had to do it fast. They needed the access code to the Quinjet to help Peter and fast, otherwise, the rogue Quinjet would likely take him out. “Just trust me, that account either has the access codes or an override attached to it. It has level 10 clearance.” Sure Ned could hack the thing, but...why if she had...that?

[ironxxhero]

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“Ah, Mr. Leeds.” Tony said as the kid was brought in by Happy. He had asked or him specifically after having had plenty of time to catch up with everything while recovering from almost dying, having to have an artificial eye, arm and partially other parts of his physique. He was pretty damn damaged. 

“Good to see you. I have seen the hacking you did on Peters suit and I have to say I am impressed. I would like to offer you an internship here.”

[praevii]

keep on walking and you don’t look back. - its-gwen-actually

Since when did she take orders from superheroes? Doc Ock began to pivot slowly, making a big show of it. “I don’t think I’ll be taking that advice.” 

[praevii]

i want a nice, soft place to land. i wanna lie down forever. || Peter B

“You’ve come to the right person, but I can’t just kill you. If you want to die, you’ve got to earn it.” 

[killypool-archived]

❝ this is the most serial killer thing i’ve ever seen. ❞ || Gwen

always insult troom troom | @morethansidekicks

❝ that’s throwing serious shade at all of the other, far more serial killer things i’ve done in this lifetime. like that time i bought betty white’s hair off ebay. or hummed row, row, row your boat while drowning someone. i’m actually a joy to be around, i promise. ❞

[techdesigned-a]

this is my fault. 

“None of us could have predicted this,” started Shuri, sighing gently as she muted the news anchors that continued to yell about Peter. Regardless of her attempts to post about how good her best friend was, the media storm showed no intentions of dying down. She could see the effect it had on the people in Peter’s life. In his aunt, in MJ, and in Ned as he sat right in front of her. Her lab didn’t have the same air about it, glancing at the sleeping spider in the medical bay. “-you did well. He speaks very highly of you.”

 Trying for a lighter mood, Shuri shot the teenager a smile. “I could always use company of the infamous Guy in the Chair, and you’re more than welcome to stay here.” She wasn’t sure how badly Peter’s friends were faring, but she had to assume it wasn’t sunshine and rainbows. 

@morethansidekicks ( ned ) // Into the Spider-Verse Starters ( accepting! ) 

[veryxobservant-blog]

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MJ had parked most of her stuff in Peters room in the apartment in Cambridge, which actually belonged to Pepper Potts and at the moment them. She let them stay there for university, trying to keep their finances managable. MJ was officially in a dorm, paid by her scolarship - so technically paid by Pepper as well - but she spent most of the time at the boys and she had already talked to Pepper and she agreed to let her move in the next year.

Most her books were stacked around the playstation, as she was studying for a huge exam. Pre-Med wasn’t exactly easy and so she soon had fallen out of a normal sleeping rhythm and much other things.

It was the middle of the day when MJ stumbled out of Peters room, not really being aware of what time or day it was or...why it was so hot in this apartment. It was usually freezing. And more in focus... she did notice Ned.

“Ned...what...what’s going on?” She asked him as she felt herself stumble against the doorframe. It slowly clicked...was she running a fever?