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Loki in Thor: Ragnarok

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A look™

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eliza: aww, philip did the dishes.

hamilton: how do you know i didn’t do them?

eliza: because once when all the knives were dirty, you cut a bagel with your keys.

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Dat Hero Aesthetic

I mean, I don’t know about y'all, but I sure as hel am cherishing the hero aesthetic for as long as it will last xD

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hamilton: i'm sorry for all the stuff i said.

jefferson: and for punching me in the face?

hamilton: no. you definitely deserved that.

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Report Cards

This was something I wrote for a writng challenge with a friend. It hurt like hell to write, but it was nice to fix it a little at the end. Its Tony centered mainly, but Peter features too. There may be some mistakes here and there, still I hope you enjoy.

How long had it been? 29, 30, maybe even 40 hours since Tony had last let his head rest down and his eyes close. He was exhausted, there was no other word for it. Pushing back in his chair he slumped forward, fingers pushing amongst greasy strands of hair. It was times like this he hated most; left alone with his unceasing mind. It was all good and well pretending to be a hero, bragging about his genius, but he never let anyone know the truth. The truth that sometimes he was unsure if either label fitted him.

“Uh, Mr. Stark?”

His response was delayed, wanting to just play the voice off as some figment of a tired mind. After all who could get past his lab security systems so easily? ...Who? Jumping to his feet, Tony  flung the nearest object at the intruder, the spanner heavy in his hand as he chucked it forward.

Thank God Peter dodged it.

“If this is a bad time I can come back later!” The teenager’s words came out fast, nervous, rambling.

“No, shit no. I just wasn’t expecting- How the hell did you get through my systems?”

“ Uh, you gave me access codes?”

How could he forget that? Was his damn brain so over worked that-. Breathe. Forcing his body into a more relaxed posture, Tony leaned back against his cluttered desk arms crossed over his chest.

“Alright, so whats up kid?” Some form of trouble? Of course there was always trouble, but at least the kid had come to him instead of trying to handle this alone.

“ Well its just that I need someone to sign off on this “ The a hundred miles an hour speech pattern was back. “ Its not great, but hey cant save the day and do a hundred percent in home economics right?” The teenagers voice became stuck in places as he fought to get his backpack from his shoulders, the item becoming stuck on the various layers of shabby clothing Peter wore.

The sudden smack realisation that nothing was wrong, that he had got worked up over nothing stirred some annoyance in the exhausted billionaire. Unthinking he snapped out “ Shouldn’t you talk about report cards with your parents?” The look of hurt and pain on the teenager’s face was instantaneous, but it was hidden quickly…. A trick Tony knew all too well.

The principal’s office was a place Tony was all too familiar with at the age of 14. For the most part, he avoided fights and bullies but his sharp mouth and lack of work ethic was always getting him sent back here.

He looked at the books on the shelf, dust settled at their base. Undisturbed. The irony that he was always called here for refusing to read books below his ability or for unfinished work was not lost on him considering it was clear the principle never picked any of those books up. Though Tony surmised the books left unread were due to the man’s lack of ability, not an abundance of it.

“This is the sixth report card you’ve not bothered to get signed Anthony. Is your father so busy galivanting around the world that he can’t spare even a moment to sign a piece of paper?”

It wasn’t a question. Tony knew all too well this was an attack. A jab from a little man envious of his father, but unable to vent his anger on a man that matched his age. Some people made their weaknesses just so apparent.

“Well Sir” both knew there was no respect in that title. It was mocking. “my father is a very busy man. He has companies to run, inventions to make and this afternoon he has a meeting with the president. “Tony grinned a knowing grin, eyes showing his joy as the man in front of him squirmed.

Nostrils flared in barely hid annoyance. “And your mother? Tell me why is she so busy?”

Hurt flashed across his face, but he hid it with defiance. His mother was always busy, always busy with the façade of a happy family, of an adoring wife supporting her husband. Tony knew she’d love to spend more time with him, but where Howard went his mother followed. It was needed… The few moments of peace from globetrotting or charity dues his mother spent playing piano. She’d teach him too and Tony would always pretend to get stuck on some notes, changing them subtly in hopes his mother would stay longer. She knew he messed up on purpose but patient as always would carry on and replay the notes again. Truth is Tony couldn’t bear to have her worry by having to sign his report card, Fs prominent all over the paper, teachers scribbling about how he didn’t bother to try in their class…

“Aunt May would just worry; it says that a guardian could sign the report-I mean I know that you’re not really my guardian but maybe it would look good to the teachers if you signed it. That way maybe I wont get called in for a parent student talk with the teachers or more in my case an Aunt student talk with the teacher-“

“Hey, hey motor mouth, keep it close whilst I sign it. “ Tony gently let his head sway from side to side, almost amused at the similarities between his old report cards’ and Peter’s- Talks too much, smart mouth, doesn’t pay attention, doesn’t complete work.

“Look kid, you cant let your life suffer because of Spiderman-Wait” He put his hand up to silence the teenager before he spoke.  “ But I get it, it’s a pain. I want to see you at least once a week okay? Bring your homework and projects here. If I cant help you with them, Happy or Potts will.”

Maybe this was what he needed; maybe they both needed it. Peter needed someone he could come to for advice, someone to keep him on track and act as a father figure and Tony… Tony needed a glimpse at a normal life… and what could be more normal than helping a teenage superhero with his homework? He laughed at the thought.

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hamilton: [smashing the cabinets from the kitchen]

washington: what are you looking for?

hamilton: nothing, i’m just making a lot of noise because i’m angry

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tony stark + text posts

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“now get outta the way so I can get a better angle” [x]