29 Sep 2019
Field trip trope - yeah.
After the near-end of the universe, Stark Tower reopens to tour groups. Midtown is invited to be the first.
Includes: fluff, mostly fluff let's be real. Irondad. Peter and Morgan bonding because I love them.
28 Sep 2019
The first thing Peter does once he can effectively maneuver the compound with his crutches is find a notebook that can fit in his pocket. He grabs a pen from one of the many junk drawers and starts a list of everyone he’s talked to so far.
Mr. Stark - Brown, the filling in cinnamon buns, the teddy bear in the baby photo hanging on the fridge.
Aunt May - Dusty pink, Grandma Parker’s old couch.
Pepper - Silver, fancy necklace chains, handcuffs.
He taps the end of the pen against his chin. He needs to talk to more people.
Peter wakes up with synesthesia after a fight.
Fandoms: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies)
02 Oct 2019
"There was something different about being a superhero's right-hand man. Happy knew it in his gut. It bred a certain kind of protective loyalty that didn't spring from anything less than looking after someone the rest of the world was out to get on a regular basis. A fierce doubtfulness about the motives of anyone who so much as looked sideways at them. A withering dislike of anyone who stood in the way of protecting them. A lack of trust in anyone but yourself."
Regardless of whether you're Forehead of Security or The Guy in the Chair, it isn't easy when your best friend's a superhero.
01 Oct 2019
“Mr. Mime, please, can't we just do this the easy way?”
The mime shook his head, eyebrows furrowed as he flipped Peter off for the—second? third?—time already.
Random remarks raced through his head, think Parker think, what are you supposed to say to an angry mime?
He panicked and chose the first phrase off his mind.
“Mr. Mime, you now have the right to remain silent.” he blurted out, which okay, was probably not the best decision considering the deadpan expression the mime had adopted.
“Oh, hey Mr. Doctor Strange,” he said cheerfully, glad to see a familiar face. “Haven’t seen you since that whole dimensional portal under Brooklyn fiasco. How’s the magical destiny thing working out for you so far?”
Strange raised an unimpressed eyebrow at Peter, fingers still lifted to point where Peter was left in suspended animation. He grinned, unabashed.
“I didn’t miss your ramblings.”
“That’s unfortunate. I love to talk. In fact, why don’t we do that right now? Number one, where the hell are we? Two, why am I here? Three, how am I here? Four—”
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15 Oct 2019