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                                                         ❝ STAY STICKY ! ❞                                                PETER PARKER / SPIDER-MAN                                                          PILOTED BY ROBIN.

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“Probably actual words, they’re just … you know quicker than hunting through the emojis for a doctor, then there’s only a squid emoji. So who am I even fighting then?” she joked right back. Her hand reached over cupping his face. He’d been worried, she’d have to be pretty oblivious not to see that. Note to self. Don’t text SOS to your friendly neighborhood boyfriend unless it’s an actual emergency. “Oh yeah, well, you know I’d hate to fight him without my partner anyways,” she said. Felicia didn’t call him on using humor to deflect how nervous he’d been. And she did remind him he had nothing to worry about because she could take care of herself. Instead she tried to offer a sort of wordless comfort. Soft touches. Part of her felt more than a little guilty that she’d worried him.

“Next time I’ll just include that in the text,” she said. Felicia glanced at the door. Her grandma wasn’t down there alone. There were a handful of Hardy’s downstairs ( because her family never traveled alone, they always moved in small packs), chances were that they wouldn’t even notice if she was gone for a while until she came back into the room. Her eyes went back to his face, as his lips met hers again. It was a convincing point. “I think the cat could be difficult to wrangle,” she agreed. 

“Knockoff Doc Ock? Doctor Squid. Squid Intern. Squintern.” Nailed it. He leans into the touch of her hand, nuzzling in. Peter’s the cat for a second, grateful for the soft touch. She’s okay, he’s okay, everyone is okay. His heart’s returning to a regular, not-worried rhythm. “He doesn’t appreciate my jokes like you do.” No one does, but especially not the villains. They complained about how much he talked during a fight, but the Villain Monologue was practically trademarked. It was because he was funnier than them, wasn’t it?

Peter nods in enthusiastic agreement between kisses. “She’s wily.” It’s true about more than one cat in the room. All of the nervous energy has to go somewhere so it manifests in a need to be close to her. They’ve already run out of space (benefits of dating a cat) and Peter leans in more. “Pickin’ you up.” He warns against her lips, always does, so she always has the opportunity to say no. He doesn’t have unrealistic expectations-- they’re not in college desperate on rooftops anymore. Her family is here. He just needs to steal this moment.

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Spider-Man: Homecoming (2017) dir. Jon Watts

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🤟🕸 so where’s the mj played by michael b jordan that andrew died for guys

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“Oh yeah? That’s all you huh?” she joked, as if she hadn’t had her hands back there enough to know. As if she hadn’t seen the pieces of the suit laying across her floor, in various parts of her house to know it wasn’t much more than spandex. Her nose brushed against his, she hated the off-again parts. Hated them. Felicia wasn’t sure she believed in soul mates, but she knew it hurt when they fight. She knew being without him made her miserable. They fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. She kissed him softly, sweetly, glad to have him back in her arms. 

“I don’t have a car,” she said, which made it really easy to avoid getting her pretty little souped up four wheel drive keyed. “Oh come on, we’re … more um … any song where the couple clearly should be together. And we finally got back together, we should tell her to write a song about that,” she said. Leaning in she pressed her forehead against his, closing her eyes. “You are going to come over to my place tonight though, right? The answer’s yes. You’re just going to have to say yes.” 

“I’m offended if you thought it wasn’t.” He wasn’t and she didn’t but he keeps the joke going anyway because he can’t stop smiling at her. Even around this kiss. For once he’d fucked up and it was all going to turn out okay. Must be her good luck thing. Because it certainly wasn’t his.

Oh, right. Problem solved. “We can make a playlist. Send it to her for inspiration.” Who else was clever enough to go along with him like this? This had always been easy. Kissing her, that was easy too. “I can swing by. What’s your address again? 626 Spider-Manismymistress Lane?”

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a bABY

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Easy, bug boy.

Andrew Garfield as Peter Parker in THE AMAZING SPIDER-MAN 1&2

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#peter and his buddies

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“Babe, if someone like Doc Ock is in the house, I promise you that I’ll include that in the text,” she said. “It’ll say fighting doc ock,” she assured him. Which I guess would be the only way to differentiate what Felicia thought was an emergency, and what Peter thought was an emergency. “But honestly, is fighting bad guys an SOS type situation, I do that with you all the time,” she reminded him, a smile pulling at her lips.  He worried. Because he’d lost someone, because he cared about her, but she wasn’t worried. 

Her arms wrapped around his neck as she kissed him back, body melting against his, maybe just a touch inappropriate considering her grandmother was downstairs. “I told her the cat got out on the balcony, and I’m taking her back upstairs,” she glanced over to said cat who had taken the fall for Peter. “You know the constant pestering about my boyfriend is annoying for me, but it means she likes you. My abuela. And the cat, she likes you too, but she asks about you less.” 

“Like in emojis or in actual words?” The jokes are for everyone else. He’s fine, really, see? He can’t be too messed up if he’s still cracking jokes! But they’re for him, too. (He can’t be too messed up if he’s still cracking jokes!). He can totally shake off the worry and the fear and the adrenaline. (Look, ma, no hands!). “I just wouldn’t want you to have all of the fun fighting Doc Ock, you know?” Like he didn’t know what Otto’s mechanical arms felt like around his throat, or throwing him like a toy across the room. The destruction they could cause. And what if it wasn’t Doc Ock? What if it was any of the other villains in the rogues gallery? He breathes, deep like he’s remembering how to, and leans his forehead against Felicia’s again. It’s grounding.

The kiss grounds him too. He’s aware of everywhere their bodies are touching. She’s okay. He doesn’t have to worry about Doc Ock or any of those guys right now. He never did. “I like her too. I would have come if you’d said she was here.” Peter glances over at the cat too. Thanks, buddy! “But maybe... the cat’s difficult to wrangle.” He follows the thought up with another kiss to help make his point. Did he mention the adrenaline and relief at seeing her?

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LISTENING to Peter’s explanation brings a knowing smile to his lips. The kid had dreams, alright — big ones, and Quentin could relate.

After Stark broke out of that cave in Afghanistan, people were falling over themselves praising his genius. I mean, why wouldn’t they? He’d built himself a renewable energy source in a cave with nothing more than a box of scraps, and it was small enough to fit inside the palm of your hand. Quentin remembers hearing about the event on the news, marveling at what an achievement it was. It’s one of the biggest reasons why he came here to work at Stark Industries. He, too, dreamed of one day creating something revolutionary.

“ You’re a smart kid, Peter, though you’re probably sick and tired of hearing people say that. ” The compliment is genuine this time, warm and ever so slightly teasing. It’s true that sometimes, Quentin believed himself to be above others, but he always kept it concealed beneath a glossy veneer of charm. Still, he did truly enjoy conversing with those who operated on the same wavelength as he did, though such an occurrence was a rarity. It’s refreshing, he thinks, to be speaking to someone who actually knew what they’re talking about.

Then suddenly, the kid’s asking him a question, waving something green in his face, and is that…?

It takes a second for him to realise what that something was, and he almost laughs at the sheer novelty of it all — of course the kid has Avengers merch.

“ You know that technically counts as cheating, right? ” He quirks an eyebrow, amused. Interns were only allowed to use the facilities allocated to them, and getting help from staff was strictly forbidden, but… the kid was so earnest, so well-meaning. What kind of monster would he have to be to turn him down?

“ Alright, but this stays between us. C’mon. ”

Placing a hand on Peter’s shoulder, Quentin begins to guide him to another lab just down the hall. Outside, the place is abuzz with activity. Stark employees scurrying from here to there, fresh-faced interns goggling at the spectacle… Getting to their destination proves a little more troublesome than he’d anticipated, but Quentin has been navigating these halls for years, and they manage to get there in one piece.

A few of the printers already had jobs queued up, though it doesn’t take long for him to find one that’s unengaged. Pressing his thumb to the built-in biometric scanner, the machine swiftly whirs to life, awaiting input.

Satisfied, he turns back to Peter. “ All yours, kid. ”

Peter smiles. It’s all genuine, like Quentin’s compliment. It doesn’t feel like the obligatory ‘atta boy’ he’d expect from someone in Beck’s position. Someone with Beck’s experience. Someone as friggen cool as Quentin Beck. “I don’t know that that’s something you can really get tired of hearing, especially from someone like you, Mr. Beck.” It’s toeing the line of sounding like a complete brown-noser but Peter’s genuine earnestness and sincerity usually gave him a leg up. Not too sweet, just sincerely a nerd.

“It’s only cheating if you get caught?” Peter flashes his teeth at Quentin, this time conspiratorial in its construction. He’d just... found a loophole. “Besides, if you want to get technical, since it’s your credentials, you’re using the printer. Not me.”

If this was a cartoon the moment Quentin put his hand on Peter’s shoulder would have been punctuated by stars in Peter’s eyes. But it’s not a cartoon so the stars are only figurative. He totally can’t believe that worked. Peter tries to remember the twists and turns they make, the faces of the people running around like ants at work around their hill, every detail. He’s been trying to do that ever since this internship started. Stark Industries was like... his Disneyland.

While Quentin had his thumb scanned, Peter played lookout, double checking to make sure they hadn’t been followed by any of the other too-curious interns. But as much as this felt like a secret mission, apparently they were too busy with their own projects to abandon them. Or maybe they just thought Peter was in deep shit. Who could say.

He’s already plugging his flash drive into the appropriate port and pulling up the project before he remembers his good manners. “Thank you, sir.” He sets it to print, turning back to Quentin with all of his enthusiasm. “Did you wanna, I don’t know, see it when it’s finished?”

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Lovestruck

Felicia and Peter | Black Cat and Spider-Man

Tyler Boss (art)

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She brushed her nose against his again, as if she was content to stay there all night on that roof top just like this. “The suit also does … wonders for your cute little tush,” she murmured. Felicia paused a moment too, pulling back just enough to look at him. “I forgive you,” she said. She’d read once it was important to say that when someone apologized. I forgive you was better than it’s okay, or don’t worry about it. “And I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have run.” She wouldn’t next time. 

Felicia scrunched up her nose, “Uhh… kinda?” she said. “Just a little bit. Just for a couple minutes. By the time you’re done saving the people of New York from whatever stuff the NYPD can’t be bothered with because they’re breaking up protests instead, you won’t be the other woman any more. Promise!” She smiled up at him, batting her dark eye lashes, “You’re never the other woman in my heart?”

“There’s not even any padding.” He confirms as if she’s been wondering. As if she hadn’t had her hands back there enough to figure that out for herself. They keep doing this to each other, this on again/off again thing, and Peter can never remember why when they come back together. The banter is good and the chemistry is palpable and they care about each other as much as two people possibly can. He promises to try and remember that the next time it’s his turn to think about breaking it off. Or maybe he just won’t think that. “I forgive you too.” It’s gentle, like he doesn’t think she has any reason to apologize. Because he doesn’t. But they’re trying their hands at being mature adults and communicating, sort of. And it’s the thing he should say.

A-ha! He knew it. “We’d better keep an eye on your car in case this turns into a Before He Cheats situation. Except you’re the ‘he’ so... Before She Cheats? Should we send this idea to Carrie or do you think she’s heard it before?” He should probably have a moral issue with this. And he tries to find one... somewhere. Obviously he comes up short, because his hands don’t move from where they’d fitted around Felicia’s waist except for an unconscious little back and forth with his thumb. 

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[text] you are gonna be the death of me one day.

TEXT STARTERS – accepting

[ TEXT TO: MR STARK ] Don’t hate the player hate the game[ TEXT TO: MR STARK ] Sir