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Instead of making up shitty racist headcanons about Miles shoplifting join me in headcanoning him picking up ballet because he thought Gwen being a ballerina was super neat and it would help him in his spiderman job
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Peter a very familiar figure to the gatehouse to Haven. He fixed their radios, resupplied some basic medical supplies like saline, glucose, all sorts of things brought him into contact with them. Though having more folks meant he started to get some runners so he didn’t have to deliver everything he still worked with the Gate crew all the time. Like when they got some strange tech in they would call him in to check it out.
Which was the case this time. Someone came in carrying strange tech. Mostly they just wanted an opinion that it didn’t comprise a risk to anyone already living there. The Gatekeepers literally of their little Keep. They took their job seriously because they were on the front-line of keeping everyone safe. So of course he came when they asked to check a new arrival out.
“Hey who called for the candy-gram cause I keep telling you guys, I’m not a stripper.”
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The sun was setting as Hope finally set eyes on the compound she had been searching for for months.
“Oh, thank fuck-” she whispered to herself as she flew towards the gates, resizing to her full height as she reached the gate. Hope stumbled on her broken leg, catching her weight and steadying her stance on the gate as she knocked with all the strength she had.
“Hello?” she called, aware that anyone watching might have been unaware of her approach. “I’m looking for Scott Lang… Or Tony Stark? Are they here?” Hope asked whoever might be listening, hoping they’d open the gates to her if they heard a familiar name.
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Just back from a repair trip Peter set his toolbox down in the general area of the engineering labs. There was one that was locked. Peter had been given access but to everyone else it stayed out of bounds until Tony Stark got back. The advantage being with something really important, he could work in there and not be disturbed. Downside of course, people that needed to get to him couldn’t so he tried to balance out his time. Plus keep an eye on Isaac.
Which meant when he got in Peter heard about someone asking for help. Time to see what might be needed now. Being the jack of all trades, many different kinds of questions got fielded to him. Where Bobbi or Jemma might be the experts he directed to them. Occasionally Isaac but only if he though both his ‘cousin’ and the one with the need could handle it okay.
This time a teenager, so he’d likely be a bit less intimidating. “Hey kid, you looking for some help?”
A Very Important Project
Jacob balled up the piece of paper he had been making his calculations on and threw it at the wall in frustration. He sighed and almost immediately collected it off the ground, flattening it back out as much as he could. There was still a lot of free space on it; he shouldn’t be wasteful. But he was frustrated. He had spent a couple weeks on his school science project and it was so close to working, but there was no point if it didn’t work perfectly.
He went over his formulas again. The science should be sound, so why didn’t it work? They would never let him be an engineer if he couldn’t get this to work. He wished his brain worked like the geniuses in the science labs. He wanted to be helpful. But everyone seemed obsessed with telling him to just be a kid.
And there was more at stake with this project. He packed all his components and notes in his backpack and told May he was going to go play. He should have known she wouldn’t buy it. He didn’t lie very often, but she always knew when he did.
“I’m sorry, mom. I can’t tell you what I’m really doing. It’s a surprise. Please let me go? I’ll do all the chores for the rest of the week,” he pleaded.
Of course, she made him tell her where he was actually going. “The labs aren’t a place to play. You could get hurt or disrupt a project,” she told him.
“I just need a little help. If they say no, I’ll come right back,” he promised.
He couldn’t tell what she was thinking or what she was gonna say. She was always so good at it. Sometimes he had no idea whether he did something wrong or right until she started speaking. Sometimes, it was a moment of pure terror. He hated disappointing her. She and Phil had been so good to them, even if they didn’t have to be.
“Be home by dinner. If they tell you to leave, come straight home,” she said with a smile. A wave of relief washed over him. He gave her a hug and ran to the lab.
As soon as he got there he began asking everyone he saw if they could help him.
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“I’ll have to look into that,” Jemma smiled. “I’d love a real challenge.”
“He’s the smartest person I know and I’m a genius,” Jemma said. “He has to be out there surviving somehow. Knowing him, he’s out there looking for me right now. Once he’s set his mind to something, he’s unstoppable. He’ll find me. He has to.” This hope that she was clinging to was the only thing keeping her fighting. It wasn’t for her. It was for Fitz.
Jemma wiped away the tears and immediately thought of her favorite memory. She let out a small laugh. “I’m really close to my family, always was. So, my first birthday I had to spend away from mum and dad was really hard for me. Of course, Fitz thought it was his responsibility to cheer me up. He threw me this over the top Dr. Who birthday party. It had everything: the Holo-table was set up to show 3D re-imagings of my favorite episodes, a Tardis photobooth, an amazing cake– everything. It was a complete surprise too. Well, I get there, they surprise me, and he’s nowhere to be found, but there’s too many people to go look for him. Well, about 15 minutes later, he rolls in dressed in this fully-functioning Dalek costume he engineered himself. He had been late because one of the light bulbs had gone out and he wanted everything to be perfect.” As she told the story, Jemma was simultaneously laughing and crying. The memory lifted her mood, but telling it without him there almost made it feel like a wake. “I wish I had realized then how mad for him I was,” she said barely above a whisper.
“How did you meet your girlfriend,” she asked. She didn’t want to linger on heavy emotions too long. They became more difficult to keep control of.
“Rooftop after a nightmare. Good place to clear your head if you can make it up there.” His lips curved at the memory. Not the nightmare of course that had been terrible. Meeting Laura however had been completely worth it. Not often that he just connected with someone like that.
Most people likely suffered from some sort of nightmares these days. The change in the world traumatic to all, to put it rather mildly. While the brain coped best it could, it did mean that your subconscious could give you something to really chew on at night. Not exactly the most restful of sleeping conditions, so it seemed a little counter productive. But hey he didn’t design how the human brain worked.
“She’s pretty amazing, helped me cope with it and then I don’t we just, clicked. Not everyone appreciates my sense of humor.” He felt lucky that she did.
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For what? Maybe eventually everything’s gonna be all right.
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Building a treehouse is the biggest insult to a tree. “I killed your friend, here hold him.”
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akahowlett:
“I do wonder how much this plague has allowed the Earth to recover from its infestation of people. Perhaps the undead are like the antibodies the planet has finally developed against, well, us.” It was a grim thought, perhaps a callous one. “Sorry, a lot of people are dead. I don’t think I should be looking for metaphors and bright sides.”
She leaned into his touch, and chose not to deflect his compliments as she might have done at one time. She trusted him to know his own mind, and if she was those things, she had built them inside her, in spite of all that others had taught her. After a moment in this attitude, she moved to lay out the blankets.
Peter moved to help her spread the blankets. He couldn’t help but to admire how she moved. Always so graceful. When despite his abilities he could be such a klutz. More to do with getting distracted and true to form he almost tripped over his feet before catching himself.
“Hey its not a bad thing to look for the positives. There is nothing wrong with it. You aren’t discounting the bad things that have happened.” He could be a pessimist, but he still tried to look on the positive side of things. If he dwelled too much on the negative it would just keep tearing him apart.
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Felicia rested against him as they walked. It was nice to have the stubborn hero back in her life. He had always been good at getting the best out of her.
“Yeah, some rest will probably do me some good.” She looked around the camp. “I promise to keep mischieve to a minimum while I’m here. I can’t keep all away, but don’t want to give them any reason to kick me out.”
“Eh as long as you keep it within reason you’ll be fine. I don’t expect you to behave completely. People around here need something to lift their spirits.” Felicia at least kept anything dangerous or damaging for bad people. Not for the innocent. He trusted her judgement.
They approached the dorm. This would do for the short term until she scoped out something better for herself. “Once you have rested up and settled in you can work out what you want for long term.”
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person: but it’s canon
me: yes, but it’s very badly written, so we ignore it
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cablesdaughter:
It would only be a little lie, he wouldn’t even know she wasn’t exactly a part of the scouting groups and more of a stupid girl that walked our without alerting people “of course, give me the list and I will get whatever I can get” maybe she even had some of those things in her safe house or her room. “I have some stuff, just really… Let me know what you need” she repeated.
“I don’t think I’m that type of girl, I still don’t get the things you use in this time” that was the hard part, all she knew how to do was useless when all the technology was completely different from what she used to know “but I will check if anyone wants to help with that”
“I have enough boots to last a life time, but I have one more thing. But Parker I need you to make that special… Do you think you can make me a special kind of glasses?” that would be useful, the sun was an enemy in a fight, and she needed for them to be durable.“ of course, can’t make a suit without knowing that”
“Sure, what kind of parameters did you have in mind? I have some night goggles but that’s mostly for night watch. Fighting at night isn’t recommended if you can avoid it.” Even more dangerous than daytime. While the infected could and were active by day night just seemed to aggravate the problems with fighting them.
Peter tapped a few things more on his tablet. “Hey stand straight for a second will you? I can just do a quick scan and get all the measurements I need.” Okay so normally he scanned machines but it was harmless to humans and would give him the exact dimensions he needed. That was its job for machine parts etc.
“The list is with the scout groups. That way people aren’t hitting the same areas. No reason to send someone to a place we’ve already recovered everything from.” Avoid redundancy, make sure people were paired up, not taking unnecessary risks.
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“That’s not a bad idea. I don’t know if I would’ve thought of that.” Felicia couldn’t help grinning. She laughed before “You’re the gentleman, I‘m the thief. Together we’re a real Henry Gondorff.”
“Hey who are you calling a gentleman?” Peter grinned at Felicia and waited for her to take his arm before moving off. Stubborn just the start of describing him. Though he preferred the term strong-willed.
“You would have figured it out eventually. When you are tired your sleep function goes down. Makes it harder to think.”
Friends’ Reunion | aspidersurvivor
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“I would like to see that,” Jemma said with a smile. She was not so great with athletics either. She was dexterous in her work, but not athletic by any means. “But yes, busying my mind calms me down more than clearing it.”
“Yes, I understand that. My-my Fitz was the same way,” her voice faltered as she spoke. Boyfriend seemed to portray too little of what they were. She tried to hold herself together, reaching for the water again. “But we’re still looking for him. This is the longest we’ve been apart since we were sixteen.”
“I’m really glad you have someone there for you. I’ve found it makes a huge difference.”
Glad to be away from the topic again, she rubbed her eyes and responded. “I do like chess. Haven’t found a partner in years though, people don’t like constantly losing,” she tried for another smile.
“Well I’m pretty sure I’ve seen at least one chess aficionado playing himself. So there may be a challenge there if you want to give it a try.” It wasn’t that he disliked chess himself, just that his brain rarely wanted to slow down long enough for most people not to get annoyed. Or for him not to be annoyed by the slower pace of it.
“There are survivors still out there. You found us, I’m sure he will too.” Whatever reassurance he could give her Peter wanted to. They both knew the facts but at the same time had to feed the ever flickering flame of hope. As long as it burned it gave people a reason to keep going.
“What’s your favorite memory of him.” He gave her a quick grin. “At least favorite memory you would feel comfortable sharing with me.”
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Spider-man/Human Torch #3
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the avengers as tmmgttb
Steve:

Tony:

Natasha:

Bruce:

Clint:

Thor:

Sam:

Wanda:

Pietro:

Rhodey:

Vision:

Peter:

Scott:

T’Challa:
Bucky:

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