#deadwcight

[agentmhill]

( @deadwcight​ | peter parker )

“what the hell happened to you?” maria looked at the young man from head to toe, a brow raised as she waited for an answer. “why do you look like a mascot from point pleasant?” now that she thought about it, she had it better with her rubber guns than the supers with their...whatever it is that happened to them. like what peter is now.

[hobsborn]

( @deadwcight​ | peter parker )

harry shook himself awake once again. for some odd reason, he found himself constantly touching the necklace he was wearing—a necklace given to him by his mother. and while it was resized while he was growing up, he didn’t feel as big of an attachment then than he did now. my precious, said the voice in his head. whoa there, not the time to go lord of the rings, harry, he said to himself. “please tell me i’m not the only one hearing shit.”

[drrccdrichards]

( @deadwcight​ | peter parker )

reed’s arms were crossed as he stared at the young man in front of him, a little concerned and amused at the state that he was in. “well i think that solves the myth of the mothman in west virginia.” reed approached peter, nodding his head as he observed the young man. “you are okay though, right? besides the whole—” he gestured at the state he was in, “—mothman thing?”

[scarletclone]

this cannot be happening right now.

Not that Peter would be able to pick up that Ben was watching him from a rooftop. But he’s noticed the boy’s presence a couple of days after he tried to figure out where was safe to settle down for a couple of nights before moving to the next spot. Would it be weird to approach Peter without his suit on? He pulled the face mask down and continued to follow him - truly hoping that Peter would detect his presence and he wouldn’t have to do the whole... ‘so I’m your clone’ bit.

@deadwcight​

[mementovida]

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑: @deadwcight! (peter parker)

“𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐘?” he scoffed before sauntering toward the stranger, his Irish lilt cutting through what was once the calm of the library. “You’re reading?” Nathan plucked the book out of the boy’s hand, screwing up his face as though whatever content the pages held had offended him. “There’s some psycho with a chainsaw runnin’ around and you’re reading? Jesus, how nerdy can ya’ get?”