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    Peter barely remembered the week after he came back, five years and two minutes after dying on Titan. But he did remember this: looking at Morgan Stark and feeling––to his immediate shame––wildly, insanely jealous that Morgan had had those five years with Tony and Peter hadn’t.

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    11 Oct 2021

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    10 Oct 2021

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    After a minute, there’s the noise of a lock being fumbled with, and then the door opens and there’s Peter, looking like he’s just rolled out of bed, his hair a mess of untamed curls. He blinks groggily at Tony for a moment, frowning. Then his face goes very, very white.

    “Boo,” Tony says.

    Peter slams the door shut so hard one of the hinges comes loose from the wall.

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    21 Sep 2021

  4. Rec 12

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    19 Sep 2021

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    The one where Sam travels back in time and joins up with John and Bobby and kid!Sam and kid!Dean...but told from John’s POV.

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    There is a tap on the table top and a quiet, “Scusatemi, signorina,” and she looks up. There is a boy there, no more than twenty, and he is undoubtedly American, though his Italian is so polished that even she would be unsure if not for his hesitant slouch— discomfort, it says I am out of place. His gaze is not demanding. It is not cold, either— but intelligent, distant. Not assessing, but calculating. As if she is made of code, and he is reading her.

    “I speak English,” she tells him, “better than Italian.”

    He slumps with something akin to relief. “Oh- that’s. That’s cool. I’m really sorry to ask-“ and he looks it, wincing and pulling his own fingers, “-but would it be okay if I sit with you? My mamma is in a formaggeria across the piazza and I desperately don’t want to stand in there and smell cheese for an hour so I was gonna grab an espresso but every other table is filled and I don’t want to impose but—?” He looks at her. He is sharp, ardent with a wisdom that puts her teeth on edge. No young man should look like that: as if he has stared straight into the barrel of a gun and laughed at the bullet, swallowed it whole.

    He looks old for his age. He just. He looks.

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    18 Sep 2021

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