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flameontm​

( ✉️ → itsy bitsy spidey ) aw buddy im so sorry but you do know that ur power isnt reality warping right ( ✉️ → itsy bitsy spidey ) you take that back right now i am NOT predictable ! i JUST saw a tiktok where a fan said following me on twitter was like having an unhinged n unbalanced fever dream with every refresh . so there !  ( ✉️ → itsy bitsy spidey ) also i WILL be telling may about this . if you and MY sister are having gossip sessions i dont see why i shouldnt do the same  ( ✉️ → itsy bitsy spidey ) um what are YOU talking about ??  i just meant that im hot natured ??  like sometimes i dress a little casual when im at home . its more comfortable for me . its basically a medical need . why are you being a jerk about my medical needs peter  ( ✉️ → itsy bitsy spidey ) i mean sheesh. SOME people sure have one track dirty minds . here i thought living with ben was bad . any other “ground rules” i need to follow to please the great overlord parker ?  ( ✉️ → itsy bitsy spidey ) i cant believe u just gave me the setup for this its almost too easy that i dont wanna say it … no i have to … haha u broke the mirror by being UGLY  ( ✉️ → itsy bitsy spidey ) but hey dude ill buy u a microscope . where do u get ‘em ? the nerd store for nerds ? HA  ( ✉️ → itsy bitsy spidey ) its way too depressing thinking of u sulking alone on rootftops please call me next time or like . get a real hobby   ( ✉️ → itsy bitsy spidey ) oh i think u know what it means . in fact i think u know that i know that u know what it means . and if u know that i know that u know what it means than i think u also know that i know that u know i don’t need to say it again . i said what i said .

( ✉️ → the “human” torch ) : last i checked you thought i was literally a spider so tbh i’m not convinced u actually know what my powers are ( ✉️ → the “human” torch ) : wow sorry how dare i make the assumption that just bc you do the same thing every day & spend like 80% of ur lung capacity telling me abt ur brand that you’re predictable you’re right my sincere bad ( ✉️ → the “human” torch ) : also unblock me on tiktok coward ( ✉️ → the “human” torch ) : ok fine have fun enjoy being hit in the head with a nine iron by a late-middle-aged widow! also tell her i say hi and love her very much ( ✉️ → the “human” torch ) : .... ( ✉️ → the “human” torch ) : ........ ( ✉️ → the “human” torch ) : i’m sorry i did not mean to disrespect your medical needs but i would appreciate at least some briefs while i’m around if that is a concession you’re willing to make for me ur best bud and favorite roommate ( ✉️ → the “human” torch ) : oH YEAH GROUND RULE 2 NO EATING THE FOOD THAT HAS MY NAME ON IT I’VE RUN OUT OF CEREAL THREE TIMES THIS WEEK I DON’T HAVE THAT KIND OF MONEY RESPECT THE POST-IT ( ✉️ → the “human” torch ) : k thx ( ✉️ → the “human” torch ) : ... i hate you so much ( ✉️ → the “human” torch ) : https://www.opticsplanet.com/konus-biorex-biological-microscope-infinity-system.html?_iv_code=KO-MI-BIOREX-5607 ( ✉️ → the “human” torch ) : i’ll hate you less if you buy me this and also i will consider calling you next time i’m going for a sulk (which btw defeats the point of going for a sulk bc a sulk is a solitary activity but ok go off) or maybe we can Get a Hobby or Do an Activity or smth idk i don’t know what people do ( ✉️ → the “human” torch ) : you hurt yourself in the process of typing that didn’t you buddy

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blckcvt​

@greatresponsibility​ 😼it’s a night like any other, really, of them enjoying the peacefulness of the rooftops before it’s time to go on with their plan. of course, felicia never planned on running into her spider ( public enemy number one right now, isn’t it? oh, what a title to hold, even if in their opinion, it is far from the truth ) but she’s nothing if not adaptable. “you know, i much preferred when we were on rooftops, havin’ fun together,” felicia drawls, a smirk on their lips at the memories. she doesn’t even try to sneak up on him. she crouches down behind him, one arm on his shoulder as she rests her chin atop of it, eyes towards the skyline before them, “instead of finding you sulking, spider.” 

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The city gave him solace. It never slept, they said. Even in the middle of the night, the lights were so bright they blacked out the stars. The trains rattled the ground, the lost tourists yelled their way through Times Square, the college students stumbled back to their dorms. You were never alone in New York, not really. He’d fold himself into it, let the clamor and the chaos protect him, but not now. Not anymore. Peter had lost that, and all he had now was the hope of peace on the rooftops. But--there were footsteps, a heartbeat, a hand on his shoulder--no, he didn’t even have that here. 

He didn’t need to turn around to see who it was. It was her, it always was. There was an inevitability in their collisions, a statistical probability near certainty. If someone was going to find him sulking alone on a rooftop in the middle of the night, it would be the Black Cat. “What, this doesn’t look like fun to you?” he said. “I’m having a blast.”

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arcreactedx​

“  I  can  sense  some  weird…tension  thing  going  on,  ”  he  doesn’t  look  up  yet  but  instead,  keeps  working.  he’s  been  doing  that  a  lot  lately:  burying  himself  so  deep  in  anything  he  can  think  to  work  on,  just  to  avoid  some  crappy  ted  talk  about  how  life  goes  on  and  yada…yada.  truthfully  he  wasn’t  sure  if  he’d  ever  be  ready  to  hear  it  (  what  could  someone  say  about  his  death  ).  “ definitely  busy  and  you’re  ruining  the  whole  vibe  BUT  I  can  recommend  a  great  masseuse,  ”  clicking  his  tongue  as  he  thinks  about  it.  “  —  well,  that’s  if  they’ve  not  packed  up  shop  —  purple  jabba  did  do  quite  the  number  on  a  couple  of  decent  businesses.  ”

@reshieldedstart​

He raised an eyebrow, fighting back a bemused little no shit smirk. “Who, me?” he said. “Tense? Never.” He watched Tony at work, trying not to hover too much--crossed his arms, uncrossed his arms; tapped a foot, stopped tapping his foot; paced a little, picking up tools and gadgets at random, turning them over and inspecting them as if they had answers for--whatever this was. Tony Stark, a man who’d died and left him behind, alone, to pick up the pieces, standing here working like nothing was wrong. Peter Parker, fallen so far from the teenage protege they’d both thought he was, or could be. Once. A very long time ago. This used to be so familiar: Peter in Tony’s workshop, half a conversation passed over the whir of machinery, the both of them working on too many things at once. But that was years, reputations, lifetimes, several people ago. What was this now? Who were they now? 

“Ruining the vibe though? Yeah. I’ve gotten that one a lot.” Peter twirled a wrench between his fingers, testing the balance as it spun. “Okay, mister You Threw Off My Groove, what can I do to... speed up whatever this is?”

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grlslay​

( ✉️ → petey ) :  i’m  sorry  i  left  ,  it  was  a  lot  and  i  didn’t  want  to ( ✉️ → petey ) :   i  didn’t  want  to  ruin  another  chance  or  be  wrong  about  you ( ✉️ → petey ) :  it’s  easy  to  say  you’re  different  and  things  will  be  different  now ( ✉️ → petey ) :  idk  ??? ( ✉️ → petey ) :  shes  a  runner  she’s  a  track  star   ���� ( ✉️ → petey ) :  please  tell  me  they  did  not  come  over  as  soon  as  i  left ( ✉️ → petey ) :  well  i’m  not  weird  if  you’re  not  weird  !!!!! ( ✉️ → petey ) :  i  don’t  think  we  were  bad. ( ✉️ → petey ) :  i’m  just  confused  and   ( ✉️ → petey ) :  our  relationship  was  more  to  me  than  just  boyfriend  and  girlfriend ( ✉️ → petey ) :  you  were  my  entire  life ( ✉️ → petey ) :  idk  if  i  can  lose  you  again  ,  pete [  emjay  is  typing  .  .  .  ] ( ✉️ → petey ) :  i  wish  it  were  that  easy ( ✉️ → petey ) :  you  don’t  seem  jumping  in  your  seat  to  be  friends  with  me.

( ✉️ → emjay ) : i mean fair normalize leaving situations because you just don’t want to! ( ✉️ → emjay ) : even if that situation is me ✌️ [UNSENT] ( ✉️ → emjay ) : hate to see you go love to watch you walk away (platonic) ( ✉️ → emjay ) : nah they waited at LEAST three whole minutes for me to stop angstily brooding out at the skyline ( ✉️ → emjay ) : please i dress up in spider-print long underwear to work out my issues against local crime for no pay i think my face is under the dictionary definition of weird

[ ... peter is typing ... ]

( ✉️ → emjay ) : you were mine too  ( ✉️ → emjay ) : are ( ✉️ → emjay ) : take the time you need to take and make the choices you need to make and whatever we have to be i’ll do ok? ( ✉️ → emjay ) : i’m so sick of losing people [UNSENT] ( ✉️ → emjay ) : i don’t want to do life without you in it i tried it and it sucked ( ✉️ → emjay ) : texting in the suit is hard! you try typing with these gloves on!! my wpm goes down like 75% 

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flameontm & grlslay​

               ❝     torch  baby  !  thank  god  it’s  you  ,  hopefully  we  can  sneak  a  drink  before  peter  gets  in.    ❞     empty  arm  takes  her  spot  at  johnny’s  elbow  ,  kissing  at  the  other  side  of  his  cheek.     ❝    that’s  sweet  ,  jay  —  this  place  is  cute  by  the  way  .  .  .  giving  very  much  sex  and  the  city.     ❞     weight  is  lifted  from  her  arms  ,  body  shifting  towards  the  kitchen  counter  as  she  helped  johnny  shift  the  bottles  from  her  arms.  honestly  ,  with  johnny  being  the  first  one  around  mary  jane  feels  somewhat  at  peace.  made  things  a  little  less  awkward  and  a  little  more  ,  normal.     ❝     smartest  guy  i’ve  ever  met  and  he  still  hasn’t  figured  out  that  old  trick  ?  nice  one  ,  hotshot.  you’re  totally  fit  for  the  spider-man  housewife  .  .  .  speaking  of  which  ,  you  let  him  know  i  was  coming  ,  right  ?  i  never  said  anything  so  i  figured  you  wou——     ❞     just  as  she  plays  on  a  familiar  voice  shot  throughout  the  home  ,  turning  to  meet  her  impeding  doom  ,  there’s  a  sort  of  hesitance.  mary  jane  hadn’t  seen  peter  fully  masked  up  in  so  long  ,  rationalization  fighting  her  to  stop  staring.  smiles  returned  ,  a  shallow  hand  manifesting  a  half  assed  wave  back  :  let’s  not  forget  a  display  of  affections  over  text  messages  shared  just  a  couple  of  days  before.     ❝     hey  ,  pete.     ❞     jaw  almost  drops  at  the  sight  of  the  dog  ,  mouth  cascaded  into  a  wide  set  gasp  as  mary  jane  falls  to  the  bottom  of  her  heels.  manicured  nails  scratch  behind  the  dog’s  ears  ,  cooing  at  the  perfect  distraction.  ❝     you  got  a  dog  ?!  you  didn’t  even  tell  me  !     ❞

Johnny was close to buoyant as they started stacking bottles in the kitchen, excited every time he looked over at Mary Jane. He raised an eyebrow, thought it through. “Huh. Guess I do have the legs for the whole housewife thing! Yeah, course I did.” Although maybe it wouldn’t hurt to subtly send Peter a text just in case but … too late. Johnny’s eyes lit up further and he started hollering back, “Honey, you are a little late, but it gave me just enough time to start an affair with a hot redhead-” Wait, what the- “Uh, no, he did not get a dog. What is this? Where are my little sandwiches?” Johnny asked Peter, staring between him and the rangy-looking dog in open-mouthed disbelief. Pete did look kind of uncomfortable - obviously he felt guilty about letting Johnny down, which helped. But still. He stretched out an anxious hand, “Woah, MJ, stay back, he probably has fleas. The dog, not Peter, ha.” Despite himself, Johnny crouched down on the floor beside her and reached out a hand to ruffle the dog’s fur, “Yes, you have fleas, yes you do. Spider-Man’s going to put you back where he found you, yes he is.” The dog licked his hand and Johnny’s face made a complicated manuever as he tried very hard not to smile.  “Aw. I’m definitely catching from something from this. Tell me you didn’t find this guy in a dumpster.” 

He’d known MJ was coming over, right? He must have known. Johnny had told him, hadn’t he? He had to have told him. Of course MJ was coming over--they were throwing a party (Johnny was throwing a party, and Peter had gotten roped into doing prep without ever once consenting to do it), and MJ would be there, so of course she’d be here. They’d made their amends; they were friends, it wasn’t weird! Nothing was weird! Everything was fine! He’d rescued a stray dog and made a net good in the world for the day!

But he saw her face across the apartment, shaded in the half-light of the evening, and he felt her lips on his, the echo of the night against the Empire State building, the shiver of the cool night air. The empty space where she’d been. (Yeah, totally fine and not at all weird.) Peter took a deep breath, shut the window behind him, and walked further into the living room, one hand rolling the tension from his shoulder. If MJ hadn’t been here, he would have already traded his suit for the pile of clothes he’d left strewn by the sofa, but MJ was here, and the thought of changing in plain view felt weird. Sorry, not weird. They weren’t weird. He’d just stand around getting chafey and gross in his sweaty suit. That was fine. Normal. “So, before you say anything--” (Very funny, Pete. They’ve already said a lot of things.) “His name’s Sandwich. We’re best friends now. I’m eighty percent sure he doesn’t have fleas.” He squatted down to scratch Sandwich’s ears, but the dog already seemed much more interested in MJ and Johnny. Et tu, Sandwich? “Technically, he wasn’t in the dumpster.”

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flameontm​ & grlslay​

*  𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘  𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄   &   𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑  &  𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍𝐍𝐘   .   .   .    𝘧𝘵   !   @greatresponsibility​​  &  @flameontm​​​  !

               so  mary  jane  may  have  lied  in  her  texts  to  johnny  ,  and  now  she’s  stuck  pregaming  with  her  ex-boyfriend  and  his  new  roommate.  though  mj  is  never  one  to  dwell  :  at  least  ,  not  anymore.  the  two  decided  it  wasn’t  weird  and  she’d  make  this  as  not  weird  as  possible.  about  eight  bottles  are  sectioned  in  the  crook  of  her  elbow  ,  balancing  them  together  as  a  fist  knocks  at  the  apartment  door  in  a  sing-songy  tone.  if  johnny  truly  had  invited  his  entire  contact  list  ,  they  might  just  have  to  fold  to  door-dashing  more  bottles.     ❝ helloooo  ,  bottle  service  for  the  spideytorch  extravaganza  !     ❞

“No Spidey at the moment, so you just get … Torch!” Johnny said, before leaning in to kiss MJ’s cheek and then roll back on his heels, grinning at her. “House hasn’t felt like home without you, Red.” This felt good. This felt right. Like, Peter and Mary Jane were both totally over it, so why shouldn’t they all hang out, just like old times? Johnny took the bottles from her arms and started moving towards the kitchen. “Left the window open for him. I told him to be here two hours and forty three minutes ago exactly so I reckon he’ll be here any moment.” Johnny tapped his finger against his forehead.  “Smart of me, no?”  Had he told Peter specifically that MJ was coming over before the party? Huh. Couldn’t remember. @greatresponsibility​​

He landed on the fire escape and crawled through the open window. “Honey,” he called, “I’m home! Sorry, got a little held up--I’m not way too late, am I? Thanks for leaving the window open.” With a gentle thud, he dropped into the apartment, pulling off his mask, and throwing it on the ground. “I was gonna get snacks, but, um--” There was a scruffy dog in his arms, the sort of indeterminate gray-brown that came with no particular breed. “He needed a home, and I thought...” Sandwich jumped from his arms and, tail wagging, trotted straight towards Johnny and... Oh. His smile was tight, his shoulders stiff, his wave forced. “Hey, MJ.”

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flameontm​

Johnny’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Okay, then explain how you have them, smart guy, because I have never seen you go to the gym,” he shot back.  Face suddenly full of shirt, he recoiled backwards and spluttered. It wasn’t the first time someone had thrown their clothing at him, but it was usually a lot more fun. Alright, it was kind of fun when Peter got all riled up like this. “That’s not the important thing here. Like, sometimes I see you and I just want to rip your clothes right off you, Pete. And I mean that in a bad way. Not bad in a, oh, Mr. Parker, you’ve been baaddddd way, like, in a way where I don’t want to have to get a PhD to understand what your shirt says. Nobody wants that, man. Now, this?” Johnny said, holding up the ANIMAL shirt, eyebrows raising suggestively, before he threw it back at Peter. “Yeah, people don’t need a PhD to work out what you’re saying with this.” 

“You do know I’m not... actually a spider, right? Also, I literally swing myself around the city all day. That takes core strength.” Johnny was enjoying this way too much, but seeing him sputter at a face full of fabric helped. A little. It didn’t totally make up for the box of cereal that Peter had labelled PETER’S CEREAL, DO NOT TOUCH!!!! and found half-empty that morning. Or the two am alien rave. But it was something. “Okay, every part of that sentence was horrifying. Just because you’ve got some kind of degradation kink doesn’t mean I need to hear about it.” Peter swung himself over the side of the couch to sit on its arm, still frowning. “The science shirts are funny--and, like, tenth grade chemistry at most. C’mon, did you really never learn the periodic table?” He shrugged. “I’ve done pretty okay for myself without... that thing, anyway.”

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grlslay​

( ✉️ → petey ) :  hey  you ( ✉️ → petey ) :  nothing  to  apologize  for   ( ✉️ → petey ) :  i  don’t  think  things  are  weird  ??? ( ✉️ → petey ) :  is  it  weird  ??? [  emjay  is  typing  .  .  .  ] ( ✉️ → petey ) :  it  was  a  good  kiss  ,  wasn’t  it ? ( ✉️ → petey ) :  do  you  regret  kissing  me  ?? ( ✉️ → petey ) :  i’d  like  that. ( ✉️ → petey ) :  you  weren’t  a  moron  and  i  meant  what  i  said  :/ ( ✉️ → petey ) :  if  i’m  being  honest  idk  what  i  want ( ✉️ → petey ) : or  how  i  feel ( ✉️ → petey ) : i  feel  like  harry  and  i  were  just  starting  to  make  things  work   ( ✉️ → petey ) : but  it’s  like  he  won’t  budge  ,  like  something  is  always  hanging  over  our  heads  and  i’m  really  lost ( ✉️ → petey ) : but  then  we  kissed  and  it  was  like  everything  at  once  all  over  again  and  it  was  perfect  and  i  didn’t  want  to  stop ( ✉️ → petey ) : i’m  lost  ,  pete.   [  emjay  is  typing  .  .  .  ] ( ✉️ → petey ) :  i’d  really  like  to  try  friends  first  ,  i  hope  that’s  okay  with  you.

( ✉️ → emjay ) : i kissed you and you left me alone on the empire state building with a very large very nice family from iowa i feel like that is weird??? ( ✉️ → emjay ) : kaitlyn wanted me to tell you she’s a big fan btw ( ✉️ → emjay ) : didn’t seem too impressed by spider-man but ok that’s iowa for u i guess ( ✉️ → emjay ) : but it doesn’t have to be weird if you don’t think it’s weird! then it’s not weird ( ✉️ → emjay ) : heh it was a good kiss 😳  ( ✉️ → emjay ) : would you do it again? do you regret it? [UNSENT] ( ✉️ → emjay ) : maybe we weren’t all bad ( ✉️ → emjay ) : but i understand. take your time. ( ✉️ → emjay ) : i’ll be here [UNSENT] ( ✉️ → emjay ) : give my best to harry ( ✉️ → emjay ) : i know what i should want and what i do want and what i should do and what is right and what i want to do and they’re not the same and [UNSENT] ( ✉️ → emjay ) : can i help you get less lost?

[ ... peter is typing ... ]

( ✉️ → emjay ) : ok. friends 👍 

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flameontm​

“Nuh-uh, too late! I’m gonna remember this moment for a long time. And if you want an autograph, like, to sleep with under your pillow, just ask. Anything for a fan,” Johnny finished, triumphant grin in place. With his feet kicking in the air as they dangled over the high rise of New York, it was kind of on the nose to say he felt on top of the world, but he couldn’t help it. One upping Spider-Man had always felt good. Every insult traded back and forth between them somehow only made Johnny feel more invincible. In the sky, on the ground, in a fight, wherever. He’d always had his family, always believed they were stronger together, but Spidey had become pretty good back-up too, once the urge to strangle him had become a thing of the past. Mostly a thing of the past anyway. There was no replacing the Fantastic Four, but it was good knowing there was someone out there who got him. 

Johnny rolled his eyes, “Oh yeah, you’re a real high-flyer. All over the society pages. Me, I’m kinda lying low at the moment. Ex stuff, you know how it is.” Completely distracted now he was thinking about himself, for half a second Johnny considered filling Peter in on every last gruesome detail of the Daken situation. Ha. Yeah, right. Peter’s pity and/or judgement was just about the only thing he could imagine making it actually worse, letting out an artificial laugh, “Funny story though, I think I might be dating Loki at the moment? I mean, it might have been just a casual one-time thing but, it’s ridiculous the amount of times a guy can accidentally marry someone by the customs of their planet just because he was open-minded and happy to experiment a little with expanding his personal horizons, you know? But then, we didn’t even do anything that weird, so I don’t think so? I mean weird by my standards, not yours, ha. Thing is, I’m scared to ask. Like, I don’t know anything about Norse mythology. I flunked history, man. You’re all over that nerd stuff though, right? Help me out here. Should I be worried, or should I be really worried?” 

Given that Peter was being snarky again, it couldn’t be too bad, but then Johnny also figured Peter could literally be dying and he’d have a snide little aside to throw in the face of God, so he kept to the light tone, not pressing. “Okay, most wanted person in the city? I think you’re exaggerating. Do you know how many people downloaded my sex tape? It was a lot.” Johnny allowed himself a moment of smugness, “That’s what I call being a wanted man.” He laughed to himself, but it died out, not really as funny as he wanted it to be when Peter was still so offbeat. “I don’t know, man, couple years ago Captain America was a fugitive in literally every UN country in the world, right? And now there’s a musical about him! Normal people, they just don’t get it. What we do for them. What you do for them. Especially you. You know that I - that all of us, every single super, we all think that you, you’re the best of us. None of us are going to let you go down for this,” Johnny said, vehemently sincere for once. “And don’t worry about May. Nothing is gonna happen to her. The FF looks after our own, okay? You’re family.” 

Unfeigned admittance of what he really thought about Peter was just weird for them, so Johnny dropped it in the next second, winking,  “Know what that means? That the actual best superhero is right here, ready to give your super hot aunt anything she needs. And I mean anything. Tell her to call me.”

Smirk fading away, he looked back down, full of resentment at every minuscule figure he could see down below, who had all so royally screwed things up for Spider-Man. He didn’t think he was doing a very good job of this, didn’t really know the right words to say. Maybe, Johnny figured, it was just all a little over his head, the complexities of Peter Parker’s existence above what a guy like him could really figure out. He screwed up his face into a doubtful expression, going back to basics: insults. “Nah, that can’t be it. There’s really nothing that you in tights is doing that Daredevil isn’t doing way sexier. Maybe Black Cat’s never met Daredevil?” 

He wanted to roll his eyes, but there wasn’t much point. Thing was, Johnny had figured out a long time ago there was no use trying to push Peter around. He was, probably, the original unstoppable force and maybe also the immovable object, but knowing that didn’t make him less exasperating to deal with. The guy just wouldn’t listen, not even when all Johnny wanted to do was help. Whatever. Johnny gave in, tried to show he was on Peter’s side a different way. “I use whatever,” he repeated, his best mimicry of Peter’s New Yorker drawl. “God. Sometimes I don’t know why I even talk to you. Alright, you need to be cleansing, buddy, you need to be exfoliating, and yes, we’re gonna use a little lotion, but it is not gonna be anything that you have on the Parker premises right now. You throw all that out. And I don’t want to hear any complaining, you can make time to give giant lizards the old one-two, you can make time for this.”

Okay, fine then. He could play along. “Oh, Human Torch! I’m your biggest fan! Sign my tits!” He teased, but then he shuddered. “Try to stay away from ESU during frat party hours, if you can. Drunk college kids are... something else. More concerned with getting a selfie than Vulture trying to cave in Frat Row, but go off, I guess.” It felt wrong to think that he’d been one of them not so long ago (not one of them, exactly; even in college, Peter hadn’t been big in the party scene, but not so far off). May had the picture framed above the fireplace: Peter in a cap and gown mugging at the camera, pointing wildly at his diploma. (MJ and Harry were there too, clustered in tight. It was the twin of the picture next to it, only they were four years younger in that one, and Peter’s arms were wrapped tightly around the pretty young blonde missing from the college photo.) It wasn’t yet three years old, but it was lifetimes ago. That was back when he’d thought he was about to start a real goddamn life as Peter Parker. Not whatever this was.

Johnny, however, would have an absolute blast being ogled on Frat Row. Peter wished he could have his breezy confidence--this would all be so much easier if he liked the attention.

And then he frowned, a wrinkle forming between his eyebrows. “Ex stuff? Dude, I’m so sorry. I got all caught up kvetching about my own shit--what’s going on?” There was the paradox at the heart of all of this: Peter swore he hated the attention, but some part of him, however small, ran on it. He was tunnel-visioning into it again. If the whole world was weighing on his shoulders, it was the only thing that existed. The only thing he saw. The only thing that mattered. It was just Peter and his echo chamber, a one-man pity party, everyone welcome to watch. He had, once again, forgotten that not everything was about him. Other people had problems, too. Even Johnny goddamn Storm and his perfect cheekbones had baggage. “No, no, back up to the part where you said Loki and the part where you said dating and super the part where you said marry-- please don’t tell me you married Loki. And if you did, please super send me the wedding registry because I don’t want to be smited for stiffing the wedding party. Smited? Smote? Whatever. Just... unpack this, please.”

He exhaled, swinging his legs against the side of the building. He was trying, dammit. He was weak, he was rusty, and trying to crack a joke felt like he was trying to squeeze into an ill-fitting shirt he’d long since outgrown, but he was trying. Johnny helped--it was the way he had a story to top every batshit thing in Peter’s life, sure, but it was something else. There was a warmth there, a familiarity built over the years, earned through trust and time and just kinda getting it. Sitting here with him, Peter saw who they were, who they’d been, what they were meant to be doing. He could feel out the motions, but it was like swinging back through his old college campus or those two photos on May’s mantle: almost the same, not quite. (If you looked closely, you could see the way his eyes were brighter in the high school picture, his smile wider, his shoulders lighter. Unless you were looking for it, you’d miss the space between them in the later one. Just wide enough for her.)

“Okay, so. One, please stop reminding me about your sex tape. Two, there’s wanted, and there’s wanted. You, Torchie, are the first kind. I’m the one that comes with a bounty.” Peter shrugged. “Wait, what if I just leaned into the whole criminal thing, go all Al Capone or someshit? There, that’s a rebrand. Think Felicia would go for that?” 

He dropped the teasing smile when Johnny mentioned May. Our own. Family. All of them, no matter how much Ben grumbled about it.--But more family meant more people too caught up in his messes, more people to get burned in his wake. You can’t count on people, Peter. You know that. No one else is getting hurt except you. “Thanks,” he said, quietly, seriously. “Really. And I am not telling her to call you like that. Ugh. That’s my aunt, dude. That’s like me hitting on Sue. Although--” He cocked an eyebrow and smirked.

But he let the thought trail off and instead gave Johnny a shove. “Oy, okay, Mister 'learning to talk was so hard with this silver spoon in my mouth.’ Some of us are from Queens.” He clipped his voice up a few tax brackets into his best I summer in the Hamptons impression. “I’m Jonathan, and I spend more money on my hair than most people see in a year.” He slipped back into his own voice, which was not nearly as thick with New York as Johnny seemed to think it was, and blinked. “Gonna be honest, I don’t know what most of those words mean. I think MJ used that stuff?”

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suestrms​

@greatresponsibility​​         /         ❝     it’s   not   that   i   don’t   trust   either   of   you   but    ,       ❞      sue   say   in   lieu   of   greeting   ,      sliding   her   way   around   peter   to   enter   the   apartment      -      arms   full   of   grocery   bags   .     ❝     i   need   to   know   that   you’re   living   off   something   more   than   take   out   .     ❞

“Hi, Sue, nice to see you, too.” He stepped out of the way, letting Sue bust through the door with more groceries than he’d seen in his entire life (May had tried to pull the same move, but she’d done it with less gusto and years of experience). “We’re fine, I promise. Johnny made waffles this morning. And, uh. I think we’ve got some Pizza Rolls in the freezer?” Peter shrugged. “I have a graduate degree. I can feed myself--ooh, are those Cheez-Its?”

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@grlslay​

( ✉️ → emjay ) : hey.

[ ... peter is typing ... ] [ ... peter is typing ... ]

( ✉️ → emjay ) : just wanted to apologize ( ✉️ → emjay ) : for the other night ( ✉️ → emjay ) : and making things weird ( ✉️ → emjay ) : you were right ( ✉️ → emjay ) : we can totally forget it ever happened and go back to the whole friends thing ( ✉️ → emjay ) : and pretend i wasn’t a moron for like 30 seconds maybe

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@reshieldedstart​

Vigilante was crouched behind a dumpster, waiting like an apex predator for the right moment to strike. For weeks, it’s been driving him crazy. There was a constant flow of people who just jaywalked across this busy street, with not a single care in the world as to how illegal that was. Like, rules existed for a reason, and if the cops weren’t around to do anything about it, then Vigilante would have to, as usual. Finally, after an hour of crouching and feeling his legs go semi-numb, he saw someone crossing the street when their light was obviously red, and better yet, they were coming towards him. Vigilante popped out from behind the dumpster.

“You know that’s illegal, right? Jaywalking?” Vigilante tried to sound as cool as he leaned against the dumpster. “Totally against the law. Major party foul.” Vigilante brought out one of the swords from his back. “Fortunately, I exist to stop schmucks like you from breaking the law all over this city. This is usually the part you start begging.”

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He’d never been too concerned with crosswalks or traffic lights. In this city, it was every pedestrian for himself, god help them, and web-swinging didn’t abide by any traffic laws beyond “respect the construction cranes” and “pigeons get right of way.” Jaywalking? Basically a nonissue. Not even that--fully just not on his radar. (Besides, he had danger precognition and killer reflexes. Just let a taxi try to get him while he was crossing the road.) He was running late, because of course he was, he was always running late, and the road was clear, so Peter didn’t wait for the little red hand to turn into the little green crossing guy, he just crossed.

He felt the guy before he saw him, the hairs on his forearms standing up, giving him just enough time for him to arm himself as the dipshit in the mech suit jumped out from behind a dumpster. And started giving him a lecture about jaywalking. And reached for a sword. “Oy gevalt. Yeah, the law and I are good pals. Go way, way back.” Peter felt his suit under his sweatshirt, his mask tucked in a pocket, ready to rumble, if ti came to it. But jaywalking--fucking jaywalking; in all his years on the job, he had never once pulled someone over for jaywalking. Did this guy know who he’d just pulled over? Did he have any idea what he was doing? (Or was he just trying to keep the city safe like Peter, and just happened to be misguided in how he went about it?) “Alright, bucko, you wanna rumble, or you wanna write me a ticket and call it a day?”

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@grlslay

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mrfcntastic​

  peter  &  reed  for  @greatresponsibility​

      peter  parker  was  a  lot  of  things  in  reed’s  eyes:  ambitious,  trustworthy,  stupid..  maybe.  there  was  no  denying  his  intelligence,  he  was  someone  reed  liked  having  around  knowing  that  the  other  could  grow  more  and  more.  plus  it  helped  that  he  was  close  with  johnny..  and  it  was  no  surprise  to  anyone  that  reed  worried  about  his  brother-in-law.  however  peter  and  johnny  together  constantly  only  seemed  like  a  disaster  yet  to  come,  that  was  for  sure.  "peter!!“  reed  smiles,  lifting  his  head  from  the  computer  he  had  been  working  at.  "just  give  me  a  second  -  we  can  grab  lunch  once  i  finish  up  here.”  arm  stretches  across  the  young  hero,  reaching  for  a  notebook  that  had  a  bunch  of  formulas  in  it.  "what  do  you  fancy?“

When he’d first shoved his way into the Baxter Building begging to join the Fantastic Four, desperate for a paycheck, he hadn’t expected he’d end up here. The Avengers had been a team--coworkers, friends at best. The Fantastic Four were his family, whether they liked it or not. (And now that he and Johnny were sharing a lease, there really was no shaking him.) And though he loved them all (no matter how much Ben grumbled about it), Peter and Reed were on a particular shared wavelength, one no one but Tony had ever come close to matching. It was rare, and he cherished it. “Hey, Reed,” he said, drumming his fingers on the desk, leaning down to study Reed’s work. “Hmmm... your call. I will eat truly literally anything, I am--” he cut himself off and pointed to an equation in the notebook. “You want to take the log of that one.”

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