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flamedon‌:

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evidently I’m still thinking about this and like What If I made a varia server on discord or something because I’m still tripping over my love for these Clowns here in 2019. hmst.

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@smallblueboyscout

{ ✦ } » — At a glance, it was easy to assume that he was the type who had no use for kids. He was a bit self-obsessed, very much invested in his looks and all of that good superficial junk. But in actuality, it was the complete opposite. While he did possess some vain tendencies, Johnny always had a soft spot for children. It came with the whole being an uncle thing, and anybody who knew him on a personal level knew that his niece and nephew meant the world to him.

                He could practically hear the shock and awe of his critics discovering there was something Johnny Storm loved more than himself.

                There were a lot of difficult things that came with finding himself in the city, and especially with how long he had been here for now. Being away from those kids continued to be one of the hardest, though. And that was including the horde of zombies and invasion of the body snatchers. So when he sees the young boy, seemingly out on his own, his expression softens.

                The kid looks like he could be about the same age as Franklin, too.

                Where were his parents??

                “Hey, kiddo,” Johnny says. Not wanting to accidentally startle him, he maintains a small distance before crouching down to his level. “Isn’t it a little late for you to be out here by yourself? What’s your name?”

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@lethalitisms

{ ✦ } » — Some things in life went to together like peanut butter and jelly, or macaroni and cheese, or Johnny and a camera. Other things in life went together like, well...alien space slime and fire. Bad analogy? There was a reason he had never been the brains of the bunch.

                What’s more, it was becoming harder and harder to not get offended by the glaring detail that anything and everyone linking back to a certain someone appeared to keep turning up here. Save for that someone in question. And to make matters worse, how did he keep running into them? Talk about rubbing salt in the wound. While part of him hopes that mayhaps this means there’s hope yet, a bigger, far more obnoxious part of him is already thinking about all of the ways he could gloat about doing his job FOR him.

                Admittedly, he was more familiar with the symbiote than Eddie himself. Most of what he knew about the guy was secondhand information learned from Peter at one point or another. How he kept track of who had the symbiote and when was beyond him, though. Whatever happened with that Mac guy anyway?? Ah well, he was already here. And it would certainly make the job easier to prevent anything before it might start, right?

                Here goes nothing!

                “Hey, big guy!” Johnny calls, curious whether Eddie will even recognize who he is or not. In his defense, the Fantastic Four weren’t much known for dabbling in street crime. Maybe he should’ve invested in some red and blue spandex first. “How goes it? Staying out of trouble, are we?”

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@haiilmary

{ ✦ } » — Being away from home for over a year was a long time, away from his family and friends without the slightest idea of when he might see them again. And while people constantly seemed to be coming into the city, in the back of his mind, Johnny still found himself wanting and waiting for a familiar face.

                His sister, maybe Ben; Hell, he’d even settle for seeing Victor at this point. Val seemed to think the guy was okay for whatever reason.

                ( Maybe he should’ve been more careful about what he wished for... )

                Now that wasn’t to say he had anything against the guy, per se, it was just...no, wait. That was exactly it. For a couple of guys who both considered themselves avid supporters of their friendly neighborhood wall crawler, they never saw eye to eye. Maybe it had something to do with how the guy always had a knack for discrediting him in order to praise Spidey. Just maybe.

                Did that make him sound petty? Absolutely. But when had that stopped him before? He’s near tempted to turn and walk away, pretend he saw nothing, however a voice in the back of his mind stops him.

                “Come on, Flame Brain. He’s not such a bad guy.”

                Clearly the answer here is that he needs better friends. Still, Johnny groans upon relenting with a muttering of, “Dammit, Pete...” for good measure. Y’know, as if his best friend could even hear him right now. It’s fine, he could do this. He could be the bigger person! All he has to do is card a hand through his hair and go against every basic instinct of his!

                 “Well, can’t say I was expecting to run into you here of all people,” he finally calls out. One hand rests at his hip, the other still mussing up his hair. “So what are you in for, Flash?”

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alright people, we’re gonna keep this short and sweet! I’ve been meaning to do this anyway, but since my old one got overtaken by my emergency hiatus, time for a starter call! I’ll cap at 5 for now, but if you’re a castmate and/or we’ve already had a thread going, you’re welcome to slap that like button anyway. so drop a like if you’re interested--I’ll be working on these tomorrow at the latest! and if you wanna discuss details, hop in my inbox!

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guess who’s finally not dead? if your answer is me, you’re correct. and just to reiterate, since I already wrote out my whole long post over on laura’s blog, I apologize for the last minute hiatus and disappearing act. I had some serious stuff to deal with and needed the time away, but I’m officially getting back into the swing of things. I understand threads have probably been dropped during my absence, I take full accountability for the lack of communication. but if you have any questions or concerns or whatever, please don’t hesitate to contact me. and if you’d rather just start something fresh now that I’m back, you’re welcome to hit me up too.

so once again, sorry for the radio silence. but I’m back and excited to write again!

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My favorite type of characters are “they’re not dumb but they are a dumbass”

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thwipptective‌:

To have a friend that close to him, Peter found it hard to imagine. There was Felicia, of course, but that was one person and he knew that if nobody could help him with the vigilantism thing then he’d have a big problem on his hands ( problems like dying ). Aunt May would definitely not approve of him being Spiderman either; her values sat higher than Peter and he was therefore left with, well, himself. Why did every other version of himself have to have such a perfect life? Have friends, be young, and also look perfect too ( including that divorced version of himself; at least that version had a degree in science ). 

He doesn’t know why but… that nickname has an effect on him. Pete. It kind of reminded him of Urich ( but he said it more like a father to his son than as a best friend ). Maybe it was that longing feeling to be on that level with someone else; every person he’s let befriend him like that have gotten hurt. Urich, Felicia, Robbie, and even MJ… he didn’t want to put anybody else through that. And the thought of trusting someone else enough with everything- his past, his job, his insecurities- to the point where they felt as passionately as Johnny did about him? That only made it worse.

And maybe that was the reason he wanted to listen to him. 

As much as Peter enjoyed science, he sure as hell wasn’t a genius at it; it kind of reminded him how much of a freak he was in comparison to the other spiders. Where they made their own web fluid with a bit of tinkering here and there, Peter didn’t know the first thing about that; he never had to. But, hell, he’d put whatever he had now to use. Surely, there was something, some sort of information, that can get him out of here. There’s always a scientific explanation to everything; he’s going to figure out what it is in this case. “What is he, a scientist?” 

At this point, he wouldn’t be surprised if his counterpart was; he’s seen enough to know that the possibilities spanned far and wide. While it was hard to think of being anything other than a private eye, he knew well that other universes were doing a lot better. They didn’t have the same problems and maybe that version of him was a scientist, was a successful and smart advancement in knowledge for the greater good. And maybe Peter felt jealous about the mere thought but, hey, what else was he to do but to keep studying and earning and saving to get to that point. 

{ ✦ } » — Johnny knew firsthand how much alternate timelines could mess with a person. Even now, it was still hard to forget that time he almost died being used as an energy source by a future version of his sister. Sure, it wasn’t the first time someone had pulled that stunt, but it becomes that much more impactful when the culprit is family; despite her good intentions. Honestly, there were times he contemplated just rebranding himself as The Human Battery, because that sure seemed to be what most of his enemies evidently viewed him as. Well, that and bait to draw out Spider-Man.

                How many times had that happened up until now? He really needed to start keeping track of these things. But fortunately for both of them, that wasn’t the point of this discussion.

                To say that Peter Parker was important to him would be the understatement of the century, and that much is obvious if only by the small smile that surfaces when he notices the other react to the common nickname for his best friend in question. It doesn’t quite compare to their riveting insult battles, but there’s a certain lightness that comes with being open about his admiration for his favorite wall crawler. He really never did tell Peter enough just how much he valued him as a person and as a friend, if only because neither of their egos ever really allowed it without the veil of humor or sarcasm.

                Funny how being stuck in an alternate dimension, separated from all your loved ones, makes you realize these sort of things.

                “Sometimes,” Johnny muses. “He’s always been a real multitasker, that one. I mean, he was a photographer when I first met him. But yeah, he still loves his science. He works with my brother-in-law from time to time. They’re like a crazy brainiac dream team, you’d think they were speaking a different language when they really get in the zone.”

                And though he doesn’t bring up Peter’s OTHER full time job as Manhattan’s resident public menace, it’s certainly not forgotten. It’s just not his secret to divulge, even to an alternate version of him. Still, that doesn’t stop him from closing his eyes briefly, that same smile from before returning.

                “Pete and I give each other a lot of shit back home. We argue all the time and don’t always agree on things--Okay, we USUALLY don’t agree on things. But the guy’s my hero,” he continues to explain, pausing briefly. “And if you’re wondering if I’m only telling you this because I know it’ll never get back to him, you would be correct. That jerk would never let me live it down if he knew.”

                He follows up with a playful wink before effortlessly shifting back to his usual demeanor and he casually shrugs his shoulders.

                “So what else can my magnificent self fill you in on? What do you wanna know? The first three questions are free before I have to charge you my hourly rate.”

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betrayou‌:

HE REEKED OF EXHAUSTION  & coffee —- a painful sort of tiredness that refuse to be sated until every last resource of energy in his body is gone, he needed to sleep but somehow caffeine is single-handedly keeping him breathing awake, as much wakeness he could get from coffee beans anyway.   Shoichi, in this state could have easily ignored anyone,  remain hyper focus and fixated on the task that had been self obligated than actual work.  but ,  the perpetrator is  right in front of his face muttering words almost too hard to understand mostly because he’s too tired to put effort in anything else but what he wanted.  It takes a solid thirteen seconds before he could respond, meeting his eyes in silence  and then …   ❝ What ? ❞

Shoichi furrowed his brows confuse, he sounds too dumb for his liking, his thoughts fleeting away without much of an attempt to make a proper responds or at least a respond that coincide with what the other had said instead he’s asking.  ❝  I mean..what was that? did you need something?   ❞   

❝ Did you… need a chair? You can just get it…  ❞

{ ✦ } » — It was a look that he was all too familiar with. How many times had his brother in law shared that same disheveled look of exhaustion that only came with slaving over a desk all night? Though he couldn’t quite relate himself, being more of a “Leave the science to the Nerds™” type, this wasn’t his first rodeo when it came to handling such a delicate situation.

                Hell, did this guy even know where he WAS right now? Maybe it was a good thing he found him when he did.

                “You alright there, buddy? When was the last time you got some sleep? ‘Cause no offense, but you look like hell,” Johnny questions, blond brows furrowed in mild concern. Somehow he has the feeling that he could ask this one what day it was and he wouldn’t have the foggiest idea. Yup, a classic case of Brainiacs Disease. And though it’s initially nosiness and curiosity killing the proverbial cat that prompted the encounter, he can’t help but feel a sense of responsibility to make sure this sleep-deprived zombie didn’t wander into traffic or something. 

                There’s a joke to be made there, something about how you can take the super out of the hero, but you can’t take the hero out of the super. But for the time being, Johnny takes it upon himself to pull up a chair, turning it around to sit on it backwards, folded arms resting atop the back of it. Because how else is he supposed to assert the laid back pretty boy image that he spent years perfecting while ALSO trying to find out what he can on this dude? It was a delicate balance, really. But he digresses.

                 “So you got a name to go with that vacant stare? Or someone I should call, maybe...?”

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spderncir‌:

It was obvious Johnny hadn’t meant harm, the spider lowering the gun but not his gaze, stuffing it back in the holster on his belt. It was a shame Uncle Ben’s gun wasn’t functional but… well, what was he to do? At the least, he could have it as a relic of the past, an honour to his work. Peter was fine with that; if it helped in this situation, then that was good. Of course, he kept his distance, standing parallel to Johnny as he cautiously looking at the way he moved and how his mannerisms matched the way he spoke. “I don’t know a hotheaded Johnny Storm.”

Call him rude, call him dark, but he didn’t want to; best friend in one universe or not, Peter knew he had to watch out wherever he was. If there was a version out there of himself in Curt Connor’s place, then there certainly had to be a version of that had met someone like Johnny. And Peter kept both thumbs poking out, gloves uncomfortable in his pockets, eyebrows furrowed and spidey sense knowing well that the man was only telling him all he could. But this was good, in a way; that meant there was a counterpart here. That meant there was someone here that he could call familiar, at least in one way. 

But then he realised that, perhaps, he wasn’t here; perhaps that Peter wasn’t in this apple. And he frowned, huffing off to the side, reaching up to wipe his glasses and button up the cuffs of his sleeves. Johnny was right, though; Peter wasn’t willing to trust so easily. Maybe if he had spidey sense such as him, the man would trust, but he was put off by the idea of blindly taking some stranger’s word ( even if they knew his name ). “Alright, Johnny, I’m willing to let you help me a bit. Tell me how I can get-”

Then he paused; though this man knew his name, it didn’t mean he knew his identity. He was about to ask how to get his powers back but, sure as hell, Peter wasn’t about to offer his identity, so he took a breath and restarted, making sure his response wasn’t telling. “-out of here. I’m not planning on settling down- I need to get out of here before some part of the universe tears itself apart.”

Though he knew well enough that any help at all was useful, he wanted to do this alone; he wanted to get this done as soon as possible, before a hole ripped through his dimension and any other, which would put his counterparts and family at risk. With his earlier attempts at regaining his powers, he feared that it was only a matter of time before the rest of his strength begun to dwindle. 

{ ✦ } » — There’s, admittedly, a sense of relief that comes when the gun is re-holstered and no longer aiming at him. Guns had never been an issue for him in the past, sure. But that was when he could flame on at will and bullets would melt before they could come into contact with him. These days, he didn’t have that luxury. Funny how, even without his powers, he still couldn’t afford to be careless. It seemed he would always have to practice SOME degree of caution. And if that hadn’t taken the wind out of his sails enough, the response that follows does:

                He doesn’t know a Johnny Storm.

                Of course it made sense that things might be different in alternate universes. A universe where the superhero civil war had been avoided altogether, sure. A universe where the sky is purple even, why not? But a universe where his best friend has no idea who he is? A world where Peter Parker and Johnny Storm, Spider-Man and the Human Torch, aren’t a smart-mouthed, dynamic duo? He can’t help but feel a bit defeated by that.

                Johnny attempts to brush off the subsequent pang in his chest as his pride being wounded.

                “Well...maybe YOU don’t, but I’ve known Pete since I was sixteen years old. Since we were BOTH sixteen,” he frowns, eyes drifting elsewhere once more. “...We know everything about each other.”

                There weren’t very many people he was known to hold close to him. He had his family, that much had always been a given, but outside of the Four? Despite the adoring fans, his world was quite small. Friends weren’t something he came along often, let alone people who actually stuck around. Wyatt came around every so often, as did Jen. Daken...was a whole other matter altogether. But at the end of the day, when it came down to it, there would always be that one person he knew he could count on when all else failed.

                Life always did have a cruel sense of humor with him.

                But the pity party can wait for later. At the very least, this Peter still sounds willing to at least hear what he has to say. It’s a start.

                “Do you really think I would still be here if I knew how to leave?” Johnny sighs in response. “I have a niece and nephew and a sister I haven’t seen in almost a year. A best friend I haven’t seen in almost a year before you showed up. None of us are here by choice, Pete. And whoever’s calling the shots around here? They seem pretty set on keeping things that way.”

                He really hated sounding like Mr. Doom and Gloom. Everything sounded so much better coming from Reed, because at least you knew he was already trying to come up with a solution. But Reed wasn’t here, and he didn’t have even half the intellect his brother-in-law did. Peter, on the other hand...

                “...But if you’re anywhere near as much of a super genius as the Peter I know, you might be able to figure out something I couldn’t. I might not be a smart, science-y guy, but I know the city pretty well at this point.”

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doorknobwielder‌:

“The only one? Seriously? There are dudes who make podcasts dedicated to talking about their nerdy ass zombie apocalypse survival techniques. They’re all garbage, mind you. And those dorks wouldn’t last two weeks with zombies chomping at the bit. But I’m  just sayin’, I’m not the only one who’d be down to clown. Mostly ‘cause I’ve had zombies chompin’ on my bits before and I can confirm I’d be one hundred percent fine. Except for now. Now I might turn into a zombie because apparently I’m capable of getting sick. UGH!!

And wow. If he ever shows up? I think you owe him an apology. He’s an attractive and good man.”

{ ✦ } » — "Talking about and actually being in are two TOTALLY different things, dude. How many guys have you met who talk big and then turn out to be the world’s biggest sissies? Zombie apocalypse may sound cool in theory, but people would lose their freaking minds if they had to live through one. And we can’t all just regenerate limbs, ya know. Don’t get me wrong, I’m down with biting if it’s with the right person, but it’s gotta be consensual. So don’t even THINK about biting me if you turn.

                And excuse you, me and Ben are BROTHERS. If he ever made his way to this place, I wouldn’t be able to get there fast enough to see him--I haven’t seen my family in...too damn long. I love the guy to death, just not like THAT. Yeah, some might say he’s an attractive guy. I just happen to have my type and he ain’t it. But hey, if that’s what you’re into, I’ll put in a word if he does show up.”

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spderncir‌:

The spider was quick to respond, jumping down ( nearly spraining his ankle, though his spidey sense had warned him of that so he was partially prepared for impact ) and pulling out the revolver as he adjusted the spectacles. With a stern look and the weapon pointed straight at Johnny, he was ready to make a few threatening looks. Peter had figured out soon enough that it wasn’t working; the first time he’d tried to use it, he heard the click of the gun and the failure to throw lead. “How do you know my name.”

It was less of a question, more of a demand, the monochromatic man stepping slightly closer but not leaving the grip on the gun, making sure his gaze was met. If someone knew him, then that meant… that must’ve meant there had to be a counterpart here, somehow. Either that or Kingpin’s experiments reached in other ways, but Peter didn’t have much explanation for that. Instead, he was interrogating, gloves covering up the spider bit and the odd scars on his fingertips.

“Who are you, why do you know my name, and who do you work for.” Whether or not this was supposed to be a counterpart to somebody he knew, he wasn’t going to care; universal parallels did little to perturb him ( hell- the first time he saw his blonde version, he couldn’t care less other than think that it was cool he was blonde someplace else ). “Tell me now, the whole thing. I’m not here to play any games- you tell me what this damned place is.”

He didn’t have the patience; it all thinned out pretty quick in the span of the few hours he’d been stuck here. It was evident with the unbuttoned cuffs of his white button-up, the gloves out of place yet a comfort in the moment. He felt a bit odd, holding the revolver without the full gear, but that didn’t matter; the problem now was getting home or getting his powers.

{ ✦ } » — Johnny was known to partake in the occasional prank just as much as the next time, maybe even a bit more than most. He and Peter (HIS Peter) had a long history of messing each other in increasingly ridiculous manners. He wouldn’t put it past the guy to pretend like he didn’t know him, purposefully speak in an outdated manner. But the instant the gun’s pulled on him, he knows this isn’t the case. Sure, they pulled a lot of stupid stunts over the years, but neither of them would have ever taken things this far.

                Just as it was with Jean, and had been with Matt once upon a time, it’s obvious the same has happened here; This may be Peter Parker, but this isn’t the same one that’s been considered family since he was sixteen. 

                “Holy hell, calm down. I’m on your side, put down the gun!” he says, holding his hands up in defense. Though the implication that he would ever even CONSIDER betraying Peter has him somewhat offended. “Peter Parker is my best friend, I would never do a damn thing to hurt him!”

                A moment passes before he slowly lowers his hands with a mild huff.

                “All the people in our world and the only one you leave me with is DEADPOOL. This is cruel, even for you, Webs,” is mumbled under his breath while scuffing his shoe against the ground. 

                It’s a disappointing revelation, but he decides that at least it’s something. He sighs.

                “My name’s Johnny. Johnny Storm, though a lot of people know me as the Torch. I’m a member of the Fantastic Four, and Pete and I go way back. He’d also be a hell of a lot better at explaining all of this than I am. He and my brother-in-law live for this crazy, unexplainable science stuff,” he begins explaining to the best of his ability. His eyes thoughtfully turn up to the sky, one hand slipping into his pocket while the other cards through kempt blond strands. “It’s some alternate dimension, outside of all our times. None of us are really sure why we’re here, or HOW, and the head honchos around this place never show their faces. But they sure seem to get their kicks from screwing with us.”

                He had never been known for his smarts, no doubt Reed would’ve known how to more eloquently phrase it. But he had been here long enough to know just how much this city could mess with you. More importantly, he knew how lonely it could get; to be isolated from everything and everyone familiar to you. And it’s that particular sentiment, along with a sense of duty, that he ultimately extends his hand towards the apparent doppelganger.

                “...Look. I know you’re probably from some other universe, but you’re still him. Pete isn’t just my best buddy, he’s family. We’ve had each other’s backs for a long time, and I’m sure that idiot wouldn’t hesitate to extend that to some alternate universe me if he met one. So consider this me offering you the same.” Johnny pauses for a beat, eyes directing to meet Peter’s. “And before you blow me off because you don’t know me and try pulling that dark, broody ‘I DON’T TRUST LIKE THAT’ routine that your outfit has written ALL over it, trust me. It’s rough trying to tough this city out on your own.”

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spderncir‌:

@flamedon

Peter was familiar with the idea of other supers; in the time he was with that other Aunt May, she’d talked to him about The Avengers. Though, he must admit, he was smart enough to know that there was more than just them. At the least, there must be a few other vigilantes out there. Calling Peter a hero was odd ( others said anti-villain, the rare said villain ) but he’d take it over what he’d been called prior by the goblin and his mugs. 

“What’s got you here?” He’d been hoping not to be disturbed, standing atop a dumpster in the alleyway in attempts at sticking to the wall. Though, with every attempt, his hand returned to him instead of pulling him upwards. Maybe he should’ve worn his costume, but it would’ve meant getting spotted leaving and entering the apartment with it. “Not a grifter. Just…”

Though, there weren’t many explanations for continuously leaping at a wall, even with failure for any results to procure. Peter was distraught, to say the least, about losing his abilities; curse or not, he used them to protect. All he wanted was to go home. Whatever this city was, it wasn’t it. “Was just standing here.”

{ ✦ } » — There were few who were familiar with the concept and science behind alternate dimensions quite like the Fantastic Four. Or, more specifically, Reed Richards. But Johnny had been there, as well. Who else was going to spray paint flames on the ship to make it go faster? They’d encountered a lot of things during their travels, from new civilization, to an entire council comprised solely of alternate versions of Reed, and the future version of themselves.

                 Through it all, however, there had always been one thing that remained constant. The one thing that never changed and he could always count on being there at the end of the day. His best friend. His favorite smart aleck, web-slinging science nerd, Peter Parker. The very same best friend he hasn’t been seeing in...far too damn long. Some people (but definitely not Johnny Storm. No, never. Just, y’know, people™.) might even say he’d been missing the guy. At the very least, enough so that when he goes to check out the commotion he overhears in passing, he swears his eyes are playing tricks on him. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time this city had decided to mess with its denizens.

                 Johnny doesn’t even realize he’s just awkwardly standing there staring until he’s noticed, and what many might consider a spectacular feat, he’s speechless.

                 “Pete...?” he finally utters, in absolute disbelief. There’s obviously something a bit off, he hasn’t seen Peter wear his glasses in...well, ever, really. But he swears he’d recognize that face anywhere. Even if he does talk like he was pulled out of some 1940s gangster film.

                 Okay, yeah. Maybe that should’ve raised a couple more red flags, but they can always circle back that. Just not right this second. Not when it feels like he’s just stumbled across a piece of home. He just has to be sure first...

                 “Y...you ARE Peter Parker, aren’t you?”

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doorknobwielder‌:

“What’s wrong with you? A zombie invasion sounds fun as hell. I’m pissed that I missed it. I’m equipped for that! I haven’t been sick since before I endured horrible experimentation that gave me powers that would prevent sickness for the rest of my life. And let me tell you, they start goin’ haywire even if you’re only missin’ a third of ‘em. And I dunno what you’re talkin’ about. Thing’s a good lookin’ guy.”

{ ✦ } » — "Uhh, Deadpool? Full offense, but I think you’re the only one who would actually enjoy a full-scale zombie invasion. And I’m a member of the Fantastic Four, so if there’s a hole in the space-time continuum or a case of space invaders, we’re all over it. But I don’t do blood and guts. Webhead already secretes more fluids than I’m comfortable being around. Also, you’re talking to a guy who hasn’t SWEAT, let alone gotten sick, since he was sixteen. Welcome to my personal Hell.

                 As far as Ben goes, he’s not my type. But knock yourself out.”

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baddestdangerboy‌:

He eyes him, doubly for the fact that he’s a real superhero. Somehow, worse than a cop. He, too, folds his arms over his chest, but he smirks. 

“Clearly you’re caught ALIVE in that shit. Do you wear a cape too?”

{ ✦ } » — He’d been on the receiving end of a lot of bad humor in his days, it was one of the costs that came with being in the superhero field. And he still couldn’t decide whether it was worse when it came from a cheap baddie who thought he was a riot, or another super trying to be funny. But every now and again, there still managed to be one that was enough to make him sigh and shake his head.

                 This was one of those rare instances.

                 “Yikes. And I thought the Avengers were bad at smart comebacks,” Johnny remarks, fairly unimpressed. “I’m not sure how many comic books you’ve been reading, dude, but none of us wear capes. They’re both impractical and, more importantly, tacky. Got any other cliches you wanna throw at me?”

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“I  feel like I’m getting a cold. But I can’t get a cold, right? How’s that possible? That can’t be possible. What the ever lovin’ hell is wrong with this place?”

{ ✦ } » — “After the LITERAL zombie invasion, I’m done questioning what’s wrong with this place. It’s just messed up, even by my standards. And I’ve seen The Thing naked.”