[ From Italy, to London with Love - PPBR4: Domesticity ] @pparkerbingo
Italian Chef Tony Stark with his British Baker boyfriend Peter Parker enjoying a night of sweet smelling pastries and delicious pasta. Which may include arguments of Peter breaking pastas in half and why the "f" does Tony need to separate the yolks from the whites.
I don't know whether this counts as domesticity but I just need and love the idea of Italian Tony and British Peter !!!
Chapter: 2/?
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 798 | 1414
Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Peter Parker
Characters: Bucky Barnes, Peter Parker, Yelena Belova Tags/Warnings: AU: No Powers, Marijuana (selling/buying and use), Marijuana Dispensory, Getting Together, First Dates, Tattoos, Amputee Bucky Barnes, Aged-Up Peter Parker, Additional Tags to Be Added, Rating May Change
Summary: Peter works at a dispensary and Bucky is a customer who is interested in more than just buying weed.
Notes: some new tags!! also this chapter ticks the first box of my round 4 card for @pparkerbingo!
જ⁀➴ author's note: this is another story that's totally a spur of the moment kinda thing. i don't have a plot that i'll follow but let's see where this goes! written for @pparkerbingo | wrong number
જ⁀➴ cw: mentions of crimes, murder, lots of inaccurate laws in ny, mildly gore-ish (for the mentions of crime scenes)
Tony’s four glasses deep of whiskey into his new case, a well-known business man charged with double murder and rape after finding his much younger girlfriend with a knife up her lady part and her mom de-breasted in his secluded cabin just outside New York. He takes off his glasses and rubs his temples, sometimes he rethinks his decision of trying to fight for people in the wrong- that is, if they are wrong.
Two decades into being a criminal attorney takes a toll on his brain sometimes- (all the time), but being a descendant of the formidable Chief Justice, Howard Stark, he became a criminal lawyer at the ripe age of eighteen and never had he lost in every case he handled. He’s almost forty and the people (political ones) are already knocking on his door, wanting him to be the president’s nominee for the next Chief Justice once Justice Fury retires next year.
He lets out a sigh, he was about to get up and nurse his fourth glass of whiskey when his phone vibrates on the coffee table, he reaches out and opens a text from his secretary.
PepperIf Parker smiles that stupid innocent smile of his at the jurors, I will commit bloody murder.
Tony chuckles at the text, he really loved his secretary, especially when they share the same animosity for that new curly haired “carries-himself-like-a-veteran” twenty-something attorney. It irked Tony, the kid, he was bright, brave and definitely a hard competition. Not that Tony was ever scared of a twenty something newbie, like hell he was.
He was about to send a reply when his laptop “dings”, notifying him of an email from the State Court. He blindly types out a reply to Pepper as he reads the rescheduling of his Arraignment for the Corpuz case.
TonyI laughed for the first time in six hours. My cases are killing my head. I need an aspirin, Pep.
Just as he finishes replying to his email, his phone vibrates with a message from an unknown number. He raises a brow, did he accidentally text the wrong number?
UnknownNot Pep, but I would like some aspirin for my case files as well.
Tony raises a brow, in the one hundred and one statistics of accidentally texting another attorney- he actually was the one, who texted another attorney after blindly trying to reply to his secretary.
TonySorry, I’m at fault. I’ll dial up a delivery for that Aspirin, I’ll make it two, buddy.
The reply comes in seconds.
UnknownNo worries. I already got Aspirin, thanks to MJ. I hope your case files go well.
Tony hums, plops himself back on his chair and thinks of a reply, weirdly enough, he wants to text back this unknown attorney, have a conversation with him.
TonyTell me about your case, maybe I can help.
Three dots appear. Disappear. And appear again. As if the person behind the messages were thinking of how they should phrase their reply. The reply comes in one minute and fifty two seconds, yes, Tony counted.
UnknownA well-known Philanthropist is accused of kidnapping boys and raping them before throwing their bodies out into secluded plantation.
Tony frowns, the case sounded familiar, probably one of the lower cases in the docket, He licks his lower lip before sending a multi-million dollar question.
TonyWho’s his arresting officer?
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On the other side of New York, Peter’s seated on his couch, case files wildly scattered on his coffee table, he was five cups of iced caramel macchiatos in, he could feel a palpitation coming in but he shrugs it away, he needed to study evidence. He needed to see whether his client was guilty or not so he can decide which course of defense he can use during trial.
Unfortunately, he was distracted. Distracted by an unknown number who seems to know a lot about law. They’ve been texting for hours now, two hours and forty eight seconds to be exact, and they were talking about his case.
PeterI can’t go into an insanity plea.
UnknownWhy not? That’s the easiest route, say he went crazy and that he didn’t know what he was doing.
Peter scoffed, slightly offended. He types back a reply.
PeterI don’t want easy and I certainly don’t want a plea. I’ve never pleaded any of my case before, I’m not starting now.
That sounded highly arrogant and mighty but it was true. He was one of the two attorneys in this state that had never entered a plea. The other one was- well, a douchebag who was mildly better than him, Tony Stark. Peter scrunched his nose at the thought of the older, well-known criminal attorney and had never lost any case in his twenty-something years in the courtroom.
Peter is both irritated and in awe. There;s no in between.
He reads the text when it comes in.
Unknown
You sound like Parker. Haughty. Naive, thinks he knows what he’s doing but also thinks highly of himself. Good job,
Peter bursts out laughing. Because that was definitely true. Well, in his case, that was his court persona. So he can be untouchable.
Peter
And you sound like Stark, a hater and a basher.
He sends the text with a pleased smile. Not knowing that the person on the other side of the phone laughed harder than he’d ever laugh in his thirty-nine years of living.
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