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I wasn't going to do this quite yet, but recently it's been pointed out to me that I lack interest in this rp. While I've been trying my hardest, it really does seem to be more and more true. You guys deserve someone to play Peter who is engaged in the rp and interested all the time, so I'm going to step out gracefully instead of treading water any longer and just make it more painful later. I'll still be follow the rp on this account. To all my non-rp followers, there is a CHANCE I may go independent with Peter later on, but it is a very slim chance. If it does happen, it probably won't be for a while, but keep your eyes open.

I'm sorry to everyone and I hope this doesn't leave a bitter taste in anybody's mouth. That isn't my intention. I still want to keep in touch with all of you. Most of you have my skype and I'd like to keep talking, and if you don't have it send me a pm and I'll be happy to give it to you. Thank you all for so many great months of RPing and I wish you nothing but the best.

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If we watched the older Star Wars movies would that make you feel any better?

You are the most perfect thing on two legs gosh.

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“Love is something you can’t stop from happening…”

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Still can't believe they're making another Star Wars movie.

I feel so betrayed.

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Surprisingly, Peter didn't see the disarming move coming, but he saw the next one, the counter, and moved quickly to get out of harm's way. A spin and a kick off of the nearby dumpster and he was stuck to the wall, looking down at the mildly perplexed looking vampire. Thank you weird spider-sense thing. Comes in handy more than Peter realized. He just stared down at the vampire and he stared up at Peter. Both of them cocked their heads and considered each other, Peter eyeing his stake on the ground behind his enemy. He kept his eyes fixed on his weapon until the vampire spoke, surprising Peter. He always forgot they could speak.

'I’m one of the good guys here. I figured they would’ve told you about the vampires with souls over at SHIELD.  I’m not going to hurt you as long as you don’t point any stakes at me.'

Vampire with a soul? Oh yeah! Duh, Parker. Memory of an elephant and he couldn't remember something so simple. Granted, he had a million things on his mind all the time, something was bound to slip through the cracks. And the vampire recognized him too, though to be fair the entire city of New York knew who Spider-Man was. Recognizing the blue and red suit was no big feat anymore. He watched as the vampire's face molded back into a more human-like appearance. He was still eyeing his stake though, still sorta on edge. This guy could just have some insider information, trying to trick him. Clint always told him to be careful who he trusted, so for now Peter stayed on the safety of his wall. 

"I thought you were supposed to have blonde hair?" This didn't sit well with the vampire. He almost seemed ready to pull his game face back out. "Oh, oh, oh! Sorry! You must be the other one then. Angel?" Things settled again and Peter slowly lowered himself back to the alleyway, approaching the vampire cautiously, but trying to stay friendly too. "It's a tactic that didn't get you dusted, so it's a good tactic I'd say," Peter quipped back at Angel's criticizing. "Besides, a pile of vampire dust left behind by a vamp? Something worth asking questions about, ya know?"

'I really don’t see how anyone takes you serious with that outfit on.'

Peter crossed his arms and titled his head toward Angel lazily. "Because your jacket isn't ridiculously looking either."

The Amazing Spiderman meets the Broody Angel || Peter and Angel

Angel had just gotten done with dealing with the bounty hunters and enforcers when a figure jumped in front of him, stake in hand.  Like he hadn’t gotten his fill for the night, there was another.  But this one didn’t seem to get the memo about not killing the target.  Or he thought that some little piece of wood was really going to scare him.  And asking questions?  What kind of hunter was this guy exactly?  Not a very good one that was for sure.

Angel quickly grabbed and twisted the stake out of his hand, throwing it to the side.  He really didn’t like stakes pointed at him like that and was wanting to do more than just disarm this guy right now, but settled for not trying to break his arm.

As he moved forward with his next move to lay the guy out, stopping just in time to notice he was covered in a red and blue spandex suit.  While he would never understand what went through the guy’s head to make him want to wear something so…horrible, he recognized who was in front of him now.  One of the superheros he had seen on the news and such, Spiderman.  He must have been working alongside SHIELD and the Avengers here in New York.

He backed up, relaxing so that his vampiric features would fade away, hopefully making it so that he would relax as well and not to try to continue the little fight they started.  ”I’m one of the good guys here,” he said taking a good look at the…kid.  ”I figured they would’ve told you about the vampires with souls over at SHIELD.  I’m not going to hurt you as long as you don’t point any stakes at me,” he said looking over at the stake he knocked away.

“And what kind of tactic is asking questions like that with evil vampires?” he said with a bit condescending tone.  ”I mean I thought you superheroes knew how to fight them by now.  When it comes to vampires, it’s always stake first and ask questions never,” he said trying to look sternly at the kid, but having a hard time with the skin tight spandex.  ”I really don’t see how anyone takes you serious with that outfit on.”

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2/∞ reasons why Andrew Garfield is ruining my life

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Patrol, patrol, and more patrol. For a superhero, Peter's life could get pretty monotonous. Every day consisted of training, training, and--oh, you guessed it!--more training. He actually couldn't wait for school to start up again in fall. Then at night he'd take to the streets, or more appropriately, the skyscrapers, and give the city a birds-eye once over. The entire thing. He'd try his best to cover all the boroughs, even make it over to Staten Island a few nights a week, but he always made sure the areas right around his and Gwen's place, Aunt May's house, and Willow and MJ's apartments were clear of all baddies, supernatural and petty criminal alike. Call it favoritism if you wanted, but Peter was just looking out for the ones he put in danger every day with the things he did. That was part of his responsibility too. 

It was looking like he wasn't going to be making it to Staten Island tonight. Some stupid thugs thought they could rob a convenience store run by a nice Pakistani man. That guy was the dad of one of the only people that'd been nice to Peter in his advanced literature class. They'd had a few study sessions together (because Peter wasn't the greatest at the Shakespeare thing) and he'd even met this man. He was nice, honest, decent, and some thugs had thought it was a good idea to take his hard earned cash because he was stupid enough to be open 24/7. Spider-Man taught them, and they were delivered posthaste to thine local police station, Peter smirking under his mask as they squirmed in their webbing cocoons and he was able to give that nice man a hopeful salute in response to his gratitude.

 But now Peter was out and about again, and it was only a few hours until sunrise. He still had the rest of Harlem and the upper East side to check out. Only a few swings away though and Peter found himself distracted by the sounds of fighting. It never stopped, not for a moment. Letting out a small sigh, he swung in the direction of the noises, which quickly died out as he approached. He landed on the roof of a smaller building and peered over the edge into the alley the noise had originated from, seeing a few piles of dust starting to get swept in the small breeze gusting through the alleyway. A figure was walking away, and Peter could literally see the yellow eyes and bumpy face from his vantage point. Vampire. Must have gotten away from the fight, the hero getting away injured...hopefully.

A few long strides and a leap and Peter was right in front of the guy, almost seeming to startle him. He grabbed the stake from his boot and held it up, not worrying that he looked a little scared because his mask would hide that. This guy looked strong, dangerous...and sorta familiar.  Peter knew he'd seen the regular face somewhere, and could see it a little under the big, wrinkly brow. He decided to throw the regular procedure out the window, asking questions first and maybe staking later.

"What happened back there?" Peter asked, gesturing to the alleyway behind the vampire with the hand not still holding a stake at the ready. "I know you didn't just spill your Nesquik powder so fess up."

The Amazing Spiderman meets the Broody Angel || Peter and Angel

Angel hadn’t stopped for a moment since Lucy had died.  He couldn’t.  He had so much pent up inside, the only thing that could help was his job.  Protecting people, helping the helpless.  But as much as he would tell others that, this was about him.  His personal vendetta against evil that took yet another person he cared about away.  And the ones most responsible for that in Wolfram and Hart.

So that meant finding every little dirty deed they had sponsored or ordered be done.  From simple dark cults, to full vampire nests, he went after them all.  Even the small little warlock sitting in his basement chanting for hours so the lawyers would have a leg up in their cases.  Not anymore though, not while Angel was still unliving.  Which led to certain problems.

One such problem was the group of demons and vampires now hunting him.  Of course they were all ordered to never kill Angel, he was still needed in their little plans for the end of the world.  But that didn’t meant they could ‘try’ to rough him up a little.  Trapping him down in a small alley, they put up quite the fight, the little pile of dust with the dead bodies of the demons littered the alley.

As he made his way out of the alley, still vamped out, he could tell he wasn’t alone.

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What would you want to name your kids?

George, Benjamin, Leslie, or Veronica.

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Peter listened as Coulson went on about Clint. He knew the man had been the archer's handler before this, but that had all been rumors. That's what most of the information floating around SHIELD really was. Rumors. It took an expert mind to be able to pick apart information to find the truth, and even though Peter was one smart cookie, he didn't have that sort of mind. It wasn't build for telling if someone was lying or for reading someone's body language or anything like that. It was more built for growing cultures in a lab and sorting through databases of enzymes. Or, you know, making web shooters. 

So when he'd heard rumors about Coulson being Clint's handler in the past, he didn't know what to make of it, but now it was confirmed, and Peter just loved to hear the things being said. He just nodded and let out a small chuckle, already knowing exactly what Coulson was talking about. Clint had this way about him, like a manly mother hen, and with the distinct lack of father figures in Peter's life, he subconsciously welcomed the presence of both Clint, and by extension, Coulson, into that role. 

When he was sitting on the bench again, Peter reached up and wiped the sweat that had barely broken off of his brow. He saw Coulson's jaw set, a determined, contemplative look on his face. He was expecting more talk about Clint, or perhaps to be drilled on more information about his past. But instead he got something else...something that struck him right through the heart and back through the other side.

'I will tell you one other thing, Peter. Make the friends you can here. It can be...difficult at times to find them outside these walls after a while. Look after that young lady of yours. Get to know Agents Romanov and Barton as well as you can. Not only become teammates with your strike team, take them out for a hot dog and a beer sometime. SHIELD is a job, do not doubt that. It can also be a tremendous place to find amazing people who become family.'

Family. That's what he was making here. It was more than a job. More than a responsibility now. It was about duty and honor and family. There was really nothing Peter cared about more. Everything he did was for his family. He fought to honor his Uncle's memory, above all other things. But he wanted to make a family with Gwen, so he'd protect her. So many people watched over him and cared for him and it had finally hit him with Coulson's words how deep these bonds went. It was almost...scary.

"I can see why Clint is such a good guy," Peter said, a smirk spreading on his lips. "He learned from the best."

The New Kid in Town || Peter & Phil

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who was the last person you talked to on the phone?

Called Gwen during lunch.

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Something weird is going on.

Something with demons and everything is wrong.

Can I come join in the watching of your show?

I need something to man me up right now like whoa.

Why the fuck is everything I say in rhymes?

Whoever is responsible I will punch you a million times.

Something weird is going on, I feel it in my bones.

In the meantime, I’m off to watch Game of Thrones.

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[pm] Spider-Man saved her life, actually. Well, she saved her own life then I saved it but same difference. A few vamps were on her and we took care of them, then I walked her home and we talked. 

She's definitely pretty cool. We have a lot in common.

[pm] Willow’s amazing, isn’t she? She’s so smart and she knows all this cool stuff. She certainly one of those people you wanna look up to.

When did you meet her?

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[pm] I am totally okay with the sitting around and the going over. I learned this neat trick about copying over your notes with different colored pens... 

That reminds me, did I tell you I met your friend Willow?

[pm] Do you need any help studying?