He couldn’t be sure of how long he had been staring, butPeter couldn’t bring himself to look away. Not when Harry was leaning entirelyagainst his side, head nearly tucked into the crook of Peter’s neck. Hisexpression was relaxed in a way Peter hadn’t seen in awhile, his chest risingand falling steadily. The moment felt too fragile, so really, he wasn’t allowedto look away. If the bags under his eyes were anything to go by, Harry wasn’tsleeping half as much as he should. Not that Peter wasn’t an astoundinghypocrite for thinking that, but Harry didn’t deserve that kind ofrestlessness. If it took Peter sacrificing himself as a pillow to get him somesleep, then he would happily stay still.
Carefully, he draped an arm loosely around his friend, smiling a little lopsidedly when Harry stirred but didn’t wake. With his freehand, he reached for the Xbox controller on the other cushion and picked up the level where theyhad left off.
❂ =wiping blood off their face
Shit. Shitshitshit. This wasn’t supposed tohappen, ever. Under any circumstance. Harry Osborn leaning over to wipe bloodfrom his forehead was on his confirmed list of things that Peter would havedone anything to avoid. And yet.
And yet, that was exactly what he seemed to be doing,with his forehead so creased in concern that Peter could have laughed. Heprobably would, later, but his blood felt too much like ice. There were certainparts of his life that he deliberately kept separate, and this was walking thatline. Too close, too dangerous—abort, Parker.
It was only dried blood, and in a brief and incrediblyrelieving moment, he was grateful that he had remembered to change out of thesuit. And, really, he should have checked his face before he showed up to meetHarry. It was a rookie mistake. He had already been running late, though, andnothing had seemed more important than getting there, so he had slippedup. But the rag wiping at his forehead was so gentle, and it nearly feltout of place after the fight he had just put up. More than that, it felt so nice.And if he leaned into the touch a little, he tried not to think too much aboutit.
Instead, he offered a smile, waving a dismissive hand and ( veryreluctantly ) leaning back. “Oh, hey, it’s fine, dude. I would say ‘youshould see the other guy’, but that guy’s a pothole. Not my best moment.”
❤ =kissing them/p>
Um.
His whole body was still, breath caught in his throat and thoughts coming to a crushing halt. Peter was keenly aware of soft lips against his own and ahand on his shoulder, but that was where his brain short circuited. Kissingwasn’t unfamiliar by any means, but this? Harry, his brainsupplied, finally, and he almost made an embarrassing choked sound at that. Oh God,he was kissing Harry. Or, Harry was kissing him? And that, oh g o d , that was both too much and not enough. And in his stillness, Harryhad started to draw back, which Peter really could not have.
Scrambling for something, anything, to keep the kiss from ending, he reachedout to grasp a handful of Harry’s shirt, tugging him back in. He couldn’t pin point exactly why Harry had kissed him just then, but it didn’t feel like a surprise. And he would have tried to identify the catalyst, but - shit, his train of thought derailed again, and that was it. Later, he told himself; later was fine.
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» Peter Parker (The Amazing Spider-Man)
“I don’t know. Just, uh… Um… I don’t know, we could, I don’t know, we could uh… Or we could do something else, or we could, with no… We, like, we could…”
this life is not an easy one… i’ve made enemies, powerful enemies, put those i love in danger. but the one thing that has haunted me my entire life – is finding the truth about my parents.
Stan Lee says that the reason why Spidey is so popular is because all of us can relate to him, and I agree. I needed Spidey in my life when I was a kid, and he gave me hope. In every comic I read, he was living out my and every skinny boy’s fantasy of being stronger, of being free of the body I was born into, and that swinging sensation of flight. And upon receiving his power, unlike most who have become corrupted, he used it for good. And I think that we all wish we had the courage to stick up for ourselves more, to stick up for a loved one more, or even a stranger you see being mistreated, and Peter Parker has inspired me to feel stronger. He made me, Andrew, braver. He reassured me that by doing the right thing, it’s worth it. It’s worth the struggle, it’s worth the pain, it’s worth even the tears, the bruises, and the blood. [x]
There is a part of us, in every single one of us, where we have been exiled or cut off or disowned, and it does speak to where that can lead you. Sometimes you do have a choice, and sometimes you get driven to things, and I think it’s really important to show people — in terms of valuing themselves and each other — what the fallout could be.
“Uh—” Peter stared, eyebrows arching impossibly high on his forehead, at the flowers being thrust in his direction. It honestly shouldn’t have surprised him; after every other unexpected turn Wade took, this wasn’t exactly a far reach. Even so, the gesture was strangely nicer than it could have been ( honestly, he was counting his lucky stars that the mercenary hadn’t pointed a gun at him, instead ) and Peter was admittedly hung up on that. Wait—okay, no. To catch him off guard was probably Deadpool’s goal, with the godforsaken flowers of all things, and that was enough to snap him back to the moment. He cleared his throat and gave his best attempt at looking unamused, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes with purpose. “Right…yeah. Just so that you’re aware; you are absolutely the weirdest person I’ve ever met.”
✏ = teaching them a different language
It wasn’t meant to be a lesson—really, it wasn’t. But when a civilian had shouted something in Spanish ( at least, Peter was upwards of eighty percent certain that it was Spanish ), Wade had shouted something back. And before he could do the logical thing and bite his tongue, Peter had asked after the meaning, and regretted it an instant later. Well, he wished that he had regretted it, but it was difficult not to give his full attention to Wade’s blur of words and excited gestures. In most cases, he could try to roll his eyes and move on, but this was monumentally different. There was almost a sort of contrast, with the smooth flow of a foreign dialect falling from the mouth of someone whose language was generally so crude. And maybe Deadpool was reiterating foul jokes and innuendos in Spanish, but it sounded admittedly…nice.
( Well. Nice was a strong word for Wade—better dial back a few notches. )
A reluctant small smile played at Peter’s lips, somewhere in between impressed and intrigued, and for once, he didn’t bother asking the merc for silence. And when he stopped for breathe, Peter found himself tilting his head to the side, biting back an amused grin. “Uh huh. So, should I be worried about what the hell you shouted at that poor guy?”
☢ = falling over
Peter snorted. Somewhere in the far reaches of his mind, he thought that the noise might come back to bite him later on, when he was teased relentlessly, but it was worth it. So worth it. Deadpool was in a heap on the ground, rant about some inane subject put on hold, and that was hilarious. The best thing that had happened to him all day, actually. The ever-capable, trained mercenary had tripped. If the universe was planning to pay him back for the years of brutality, he figured this might have been a decent start. Bent over, hand clutching his stomach, Peter shook his head in wonder. “Dude. Oh my god. I wish I had a camera.”
♘ = stabbing them
Shit. He jolted, almost like he had been shocked, mouth falling open and body shuddering as he hissed in pain. There was a blinding heat starting in his side, stretching impossibly quickly through to his gut. The world felt strangely far off, and all Peter could only take note of the sharp and building pain there. His head throbbed from where it had smacked the wall—the only thing still keeping him up at this point, if he was in fact still upright—and he looked around blearily. There was a loud gasping and sputtering, and it took him a moment to realize that, oh. That was him. The familiar mask lingered in front of him, Wade’s seemingly nonstop rant sounding unintelligible and loud, and Peter felt the sharp feeling make itself apparent again. He whimpered, head blurry and any attempt of shouting at the mercenary lost in his throat.
Blindly, save his frazzled senses, Peter dropped his weight and kicked out, foot colliding with Wade. “Really? I always…expected you to stab me in the back, not…not the gut.” His voice was garbled and he sounded tired, but Deadpool wasn’t getting the satisfaction of killing him. His body ached, and bile threatened to rise in the back of his throat, but he forced himself to move. To stay awake.
“Bio-chem it is!” he agrees readily, and there’s a bit of a flourish when he walks into the elevator, a twist-turn to face Peter. He’s got this. “Obviously there’s some high-class confidential development that we’ll keep you away from, but those are all behind closed doors anyway. But what’s got your interest in bio-chem land?”
“Right, right. Of course.” Peter nods quickly, unable to keep a grin from tugging at his mouth. The elevator moves too slow for his tastes, limbs restless because holy crap, he’s actually about to see Tony Stark’s bio-chem labs, and that seems too good to be true. But the man himself is so vibrant in personality, with all of the flourishing and eccentricity, and Peter can’t help but feel a little starstruck. He shrugs, smiling and shifting his weight a little. “Uh, I guess I’ve been a…big fan? For a while now. Years. I was a bio-chem major, actually. So, I couldn’t really pass this up.”
Prior to the bunker, Cindy had managed to get the first generation apple iPhone and thought technology couldn’t go any further because that had been revolutionary. She’d been pretty wrong. Since then, the girl had been tinkering with everything and there she was, with the huge new iphone. Trying not to look like a total nerd as she zoomed the camera in and out, Cindy’s silk sense lit up once she felt someone approaching her, or just in her ray of personal space.
She turned to figured out who it was, hoping she wouldn’t be late back to work again. Bad guys didn’t usually care about that kind of stuff.
Peter tensed, senses skyrocketing as if he had been struck, and he looked sharply to the left. Blocks down, he could feel that same, familiar presence from before. Cindy. It felt like a pull. Something purely magnetic and impossible to ignore. Even back when they had met, their connection had felt irrepressible, and it had puzzled him just as much then as it did now.
A beat of hesitance passed before he bit his lip and sighed, tugging his mask down and detaching himself from the wall of a building to swing down a few blocks, towards the pull. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see Cindy, because honestly, she was great. Someone he would want to be friends with, without a doubt. But the magnetic aspect of their interactions was mildly off putting. Though, if he could actually explain it, it might be easier to deal with.
His feet hit the ground just past a street corner, shadows falling over him in order to hide from any wandering eyes. He eyed her for a moment, unable to keep from smiling a little when she tucked away a phone. Huh, so she was catching up with the times. Neat. “I think your phone is more recent than mine. Not sure how I feel about that.”
Peter could write a book—several books—detailing the seemingly endless list of strange things he encountered while out on patrol. Just when he thought he had seen the weirdest, something appeared with what he assumed was for the sole purpose of proving him wrong. And while he had seen a lot, the cloaked figure standing at the street corner would have made it within the first two chapters, without a doubt. Peter hesitated, senses prickling enough to mean danger, but not enough for him to do anything. Yet. Instead, he regarded the figure carefully, taking a few leisurely steps forward. “So, you come here often?”
