#webwingtm

[supager-a-blog]

@webwingtm

         “so, you can’t really turn into a spider?” take in the disappointed tone on the kid’s face. 

[thunderveins]

        ❛ 𝐈'𝐌 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘, 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑 - 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍? ❜        now, why did that ring a bell? that sounded awfully like spider - man, and thor hadn’t been able to understand then what it was with midgardians and their fascination with insect aliases. he knew the poor guy, or at least the fact that he was taking stark’s death hard. there was no doubt he would be out of commission for a while, so maybe spider - people were abundant in supply for him to be replaced so soon. he didn’t really know how it worked. ❛ are there multiples of you? is there some web that you are all born from? ❜ he had to ask.     /    @webwingtm

[dontfeelsogood]

↳ webwingtm got webbed!

In the aftermath of it all, Peter wandered the battlefield, searching for familiar faces he could comfort himself with. His face was blotchy, with red circles around his eyes and his legs refused to walk in a straight line. All the weight of his emotions evaporated into excitement at the sight of Jessica's familiar red suit and dark hair. He ran to her— part of him wanted to jump straight into her arms, but he had so much to say and he wanted to look at her face a little longer.

“Oh my gosh, Jess. Are you a sight for sore eyes! So many crazy things have happened since I left the bus. Did you see— did you get here when Doctor Strange opened all those portals?” His words rushed out faster than he could process them, disjointed and excitable. He was trying so hard not to think about the negatives that he didn't notice how Jess's face had changed from five years spent without him. He assumed she had been turned to dust as he had and brought back to present day with him.

“I rode a pegasus! A real live one with wings. It was scary-awesome and... it is so good to see that you're okay.”

[sensesdialed-aa]

"So, Pete, how's it going? Any tingles lately?"

@webwingtm // STOP CALLING IT HIS PETER TINGLE

“N–no, no tingles! I mean– maybe when I’m– you know, fighting and stuff, but it’s not being called my tingle!” It’s a lie, he’s already calling it ‘Peter Tingle’ in his head. 

[ghostfables-aa]

───    Bucky  scrunches  his  nose  ,  looking  down  over  the  ledge  of  the  roof  .  ❝  i  was  never  one  for  heights  .  are  you  sure  this  is  necessary  ?  ❞  he  asks  ,  turning  to  look  at  his  stake - out  partner  warily  .  

starter for @webwingtm ★ accepting

[falchicss-blog]

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄           𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 : @webwingtm

“ no. not really “ limbs stretch out, legs setting themselves onto the coffee stand in front of them both. “i’m jus’ here because i’m bored.” yawning then, he wrings his hands together for a moment.