#of fortuity

[sensesdialed-aa]

"hey, peter..." the boy stands before him for the first time in a month, his father having whisked them off on some sort of press tour. it's a week earlier than he told peter he'd be back. a surprise. "missed you, boo."

@of-fortuity​ // THE GOOD SHIT RETURNS

    A month had passed. Four weeks that Harry has been gone. And logically, that isn’t TOO long at all. Not really, but for Peter, it felt like ages. They texted, called, and FaceTimed, of course they did, but Peter misses being able to see Harry in person, holding his hand, cuddling up next to him on the couch, kissing him. Others have taken notice as well-- observing the way Peter mopes around the place now, when he isn’t distracted by school or Spider-Man responsibilities. When he briefly thinks about calling Harry to asks if he wants to come over, and then remembers he isn’t here right now. 

       So, when Harry stands in front of him a week before he was supposed to arrive, Peter’s heart nearly LEAPS right out his chest. 

  Eyes are wide with sudden surprise, and his jaw drops. Although, that expression quickly shifts into a wide GRIN, and Peter rushes forward, crashing right into a sudden hug, arms around his boyfriend and holding on tight, as if they hadn’t seen each other in years ( okay, maybe a little dramatic, but it almost feels like it! ). “Harry! You’re here!” Light laughter falls from his lips, and he pulls back, but only slightly, still keeping his arms around Harry’s torso. “Wait-- you said you wouldn’t be back for another week? Actually-- doesn’t matter, I missed you too-”

[becausearrows]

Similar, Different and Dream.

Similar: Three members of the same sex they find attractive.

“Uh…” The blond looked around, as though the answer would just be written on a wall somewhere. “I guess Thor’s a good looking guy. And Barnes has a certain look about him that’s not awful. And… Uh… Harry’s cool. The army guy. With the horse? That makes three.” ( @of-fortuity )

Different: Three members of the opposite sex they find attractive.

This one was much easier. Women were attractive. Just as a rule. “Bobbi. Uh… Mockingbird I mean. Natasha, don’t tell her I said that though. And Janet. The Wasp.“

Dream: Three Wishes they have

“Endless coffee, endless pizza, arrows that label themselves.” He counted off on his fingers quickly. They were all superficial wishes really. But what was he supposed to say? He wished Bobbi and him were better at keeping together? He wished he could protect Kate and still let her be Hawkeye? She’s a better Hawkeye then he ever was anyway. He wished he didn’t have friends who worried about him. Because he wasn’t worth all that effort.

[friendlyspiderbite-a]

cont | @of-fortuity​

     Peter smiles, TIREDLY, when Harry awakens. The little bit he does, anyway. The teenager shifts away so that his boyfriend can easily turn around and when they reconnect he can feel heat spreading through his chest. He’s HAPPY, CONTENT. Harry fits perfectly with him like a puzzle piece. Peter wraps arms around the other boy and drags himself closer. He’s SLEEPY, eyes keep calling closed, but he plants a kiss on Harry’s cheek and one leg subconsciously moves to rest bent on top of Harry’s hip as he doses off again.

[friendlyspiderbite-a]

cont | @of-fortuity

    Death isn’t a pretty thing. Peter’s uncle was such a kind man. Peter’s aunt was so good to him. He doesn’t want to think about them. But he feels that their deaths are his fault. No, he doesn’t just feel that. He KNOWS that. Uncle Ben and Aunt May died because of HIM. And it haunts him. They die over and over in his nightmare. He watches as he causes their deaths again and again and again. He watches them, and they watch him. They look so DISAPPOINTED. They HATE him. They LOATHE him for getting them into this SITUATION.

    Peter had REALLY wanted to go to New York City to see the new Stark Tower. He was willing to give up birthday and Christmas presents just to go there. He was only seven years old at that point. He wanted to see Tony Stark’s new house, pretty much. He’d always been amazed by him ever since he was SAVED by him when his parents died. The child had been right there when New York City was attacked by aliens. When Loki was raining hell on the city. And at that time, he watched his aunt and uncle as they were VAPORIZED by aliens. The only reason he’s alive now is that mere seconds after Peter’s aunt and uncle perished, Iron Man swooped in and repulsor blasted the aliens. But apparently, the child went unnoticed. In his nightmare, he just sits there staring at their remains. But they whisper to him, they whisper, they tell him it’s his fault. He brought them there. He was only ten, but death had touched him. “You’re cursed,” they tell him, “everyone you love will end up dead because of you.”

    The teenager wakes up in a cold sweat. He never tells Tony about these nightmares. They happen occasionally. But now he’s with Harry, and the weird string of things the boy tells him he should think about isn’t going to HELP him. His hands are shaking. He’s going to cry. He feels an overload creeping up and he can’t do anything to stop it. He does his best to just focus on Harry. Stare at Harry. After a moment of being confused and trying to compose himself as he can feel vibrations of things happening three stories down from where they are, vibrations of his father working in the workshop. He knows what he’s doing, but he tries not to focus on it. He comes into focus on the other when he feels the kiss to his neck and is able to relax somewhat.

         “I just want to forget… I wish I could forget…” He mutters, burying his face in Harry’s hair. He breathes in and tries desperately to block out the sound of the clock ticking in the next room over, the eerie creaking of the elevator in its shaft. He focuses on his boyfriend’s heartbeat and embraces him, hands shaking violently. He’s tired. So, so tired. He just wants to SLEEP.

          “But I can’t. Harry, they died because of me. They died because of me, and there’s nothing I can do about it. There’s NOTHING I can do.”

[friendlyspiderbite-a]

cont | @of-fortuity

    Peter’s never been patient. Waiting to do something he knows he’s going to enjoy is very HARD for him to do. His mind always wanders and wanders and wanders until he’s lost in thoughts of the fun thing he knows he’s gonna be able to do really soon but NOT YET! This is one of those times, and Peter is getting RESTLESS. He loves that Harry cares so much for Charlie, and he’d honestly be helping the girl right along with him if he weren’t so SPACEY. He’s just so EXCITED that he simply CAN’T HELP HIMSELF. When the teenager finally breaks and kisses his boyfriend on the cheek, the response he gets is one he KNEW he would get if he did that, but he smiles and nods anyway. The fluttering of butterflies in his stomach is drowned out by his excitement, and he hardly even notices the blush that blooms across his features.

         “Y… yeah, yeah I KNOW, I’m sorry Harry…” He says softly, eyes glittering with a want to hold the other. He hasn’t been able to interact with Harry physically all week and so he’s a little TOUCH STARVED. He just wants to hold the boy. His fingers twitch at his sides and he finally pulls a chair over right next to him and lies his head on the table.

         “You take all the time you need, boo.”

[friendlyspiderbite-a]

❝ I must show no fear, no weakness, no doubt. ❞

meme | @of-fortuity

     Peter stares at the other for a time, brows furrowing, lips pursing. thoughts careening through his mind. Fear, weakness, doubt, lacking, lacking fear, lacking weakness, lacking doubt, weakness, lacking, doubt, doubt, fear, doubt, weakness, none, none, none. Words turn over and REPEAT a thousand times per second, his mouth opening and closing while emotions he doesn’t quite understand why he is experiencing roll and toil like a boiling pot of water. Such a suffocating existence, he thinks, for one to have to live hiding everything that ails them. His face is like an open book, by staring one can see that the gears in his mind are TURNING, grinding and rerouting, stopping, shifting, moving.

          “Why? Why would you LIVE like that, Harry?” He says finally, mumbling as though he can’t believe it. He’s not sure why it’s causing such a ruckus in his thoughts, maybe he never quite let himself believe that this boy might be having a bad life even though he knows at the same time.

          ‘It isn’t RIGHT! Suffocating behind a wall of STANDARDS that someone else has set for you, WHY conform?”