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Blackout Poetry-“Dust”

(The art fuckin sucks but I did my best)

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Finally something about Morgan Stark and Peter Parker that doesn’t make me want to sob into oblivion. well done

a concept: morgan is scared of thunder until peter tells her that it’s her uncle thor checking on her

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Holy hell this made me cry

I decided it’s time to post a little fic that I wrote a couple hours after watching Endgame. I’m not the best writer but I hope this fills a little bit of the void I was left with.

Word Count: 1,339

SPOILERS FOR ENDGAME

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The morning of the funeral, Peter laid in bed a little longer. Clutched his sheets to his face and pressed his nose into his knuckles to stop the tears threatening to escape. A knock came, followed by the soft squeak of his bedroom doors hinges and footsteps approaching. His bed sagged and a tender hand brushed soft brown locks back from his forehead.

“Peter, we got to start getting ready.” May’s voice was soft, understanding. The same tone she’d used the morning of Uncle Ben’s funeral when his world had seemed to vanish.

Like now.

Peter wiped his eyes and cleared his throat, pushing the sheets away to sit up and look at the suit hanging from his closet door. May sat beside him, glasses perched on her nose and a lump grew in her throat seeing her nephew so defeated. She knew about Spiderman. About everything that had been going on behind the scenes. And about how much Tony Stark had changed the young boy’s life in the few years he’d known him. May bit her lip and brushed Peter’s tousled hair away from his ear, placing her hand on his back and rubbing it softly. He didn’t move, a few sniffles here and there before climbing to his feet and pushing his fingers through his hair.

“Do you want to talk about it?” May asked and Peter’s lips twitched slightly.

“About what?” Peter’s voice was deep and mournful.

“Peter, I know he meant a lot to you and I just want to be here and–”

“He has a daughter, May.” Peter said, tugging his shirt off over his head. “Mrs. Potts told me about her, five years old and incredibly smart a-and looks just like him. Five years have passed and he has a daughter who he probably means the world to.” Peter turned to look at his aunt. “I was just a kid who happened to have powers. I’m going there for her.”

“I’m sure there was more to your bond then just being a kid with powers, sweetheart.” Peter rubbed his nose and slipped his dress shirt on, slowly buttoning the shirt up. “Peter, I know this is hard for you.”

“I know what she’s going through.” Peter said and May stiffened, the lump in her throat growing larger. “Mr. Stark is her hero and he’s mine too. She didn’t deserve to lose him. The world didn’t deserve to lose him. He did that for everybody. He saved the world and nobody knows it.”

“Honey–”

“He didn’t deserve to die.” Peter’s voice broke and May watched as the tears fell, dampening the shirt he wore. Peter dropped his jacket, rubbing his eyes as his shoulders shook and May climbed to her feet, wrapping her arms around the teen and pressing her face into his shoulder. Peter clung to his aunt, his face hidden in her neck and May held him as he cried. For a moment, everything rushed back to her, the small child beside his parents caskets, the preteen in her arms who rubbed her back in comfort as his uncle’s casket was lowered into the ground and now, the teen in pieces about the man who had shown him the universe.

Tears fell from her eyes as she held him and the two stood in silence, supporting one another as the sun oozed into the room, tendrils of light reaching for the two as it basked across the floor. Peter eventually pulled away and May let him finish getting ready, leaving his room and slowly traversing their apartment to hers. As she stepped into her black dress, she looked at the photo on her dresser and sighed, wiping her eyes.

“Be with him, please.” She said, placing her hand against the photo, wishing desperately for his arms to snake around her waist and tell her that everything would be okay.

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Peter smiled up at Sam as the older man sat a hand down on his shoulder, offering the boy a smile. “I don’t think you know just how much Tony appreciated you. If you ever need to talk, let me know.”

“Thanks. I appreciate it.”

The ceremony had ended only moments before and Peter saw May talking with Happy, wrapping her arms around the man as he pat her back. Everyone was there, faces he didn’t recognize too though he knew everyone that meant something to Tony stood there. Nick Fury and Maria Hill spoke with Carol. Thor, Rocket and Nebula had settled at the bar, Thor sifting through bottles of beer and Rocket scrambling over the counter for something harder. A young man approached Peter and held out his hand.

“I don’t believe we’ve met, my names Harley.” The boy said and Peter smiled, placing his hand in Harley’s.

“I’m Peter.”

This continued for a while before Peter walked into the house, pushing his fingers through his hair. Peter felt a hand touch his back and he turned to find Rhodey, smiling at the boy sympathetically.

“How you holding up, kid?”

“I’m fine just… I’m fine.” Peter trailed off, clearing his throat.

“It’s alright to show some emotion, kid. Tony was really torn up about you so don’t be afraid to show it. I know how close you two were.”

“I know.” Peter rubbed the back of his neck. “I was…actually I was hoping maybe to meet Morgan.”

Rhodey smiled and nodded, patting Peter’s back and leading him to a room farther in the house. Inside, Pepper sat on a couch with a small girl, holding the child close as her small hands fidgeted with her dress. Pepper looked up, tears shining in her blue eyes and stood, brushing her fingers over her daughters hair before moving to Peter and pulling him into her arms. Peter breathed in deeply, hugging the woman back as she pressed a hand into his hair, her other rubbing his back.

“There’s someone who I’d like you to meet.” Pepper murmured and Peter pulled away, clearing his throat and blinking rapidly in an attempt to hold back his tears. Pepper turned and gestured for the girl on the couch to come over, the five year old hopping off and timidly approaching her mother, eyes daring a glance at the teen before her.

“Peter, this is Morgan. Morgan, can you say hi to Peter?” Pepper placed a hand on her daughters back and Morgan offered a little wave, making Peter’s lips quirk up into a smile. “You remember Daddy telling you about Spiderman?” Pepper’s question caused Peter’s heart to soar as the girl nodded and looked at Peter inquisitively.

Peter crouched, resting his elbows on his knees. “Hi, Morgan. I’m Peter Parker.” Morgan looked at Peter and blinked.

“Why are you crying?” Morgan asked and Peter furrowed his brow, placing a hand to his cheek. It came away wet and Peter offered the girl a smile, clearing his throat and wiping his eyes.

“Your dad meant a lot to me.” Peter said and Morgan offered the boy a timid smile. The girl moved from behind her mother, releasing her dress and making her way to the teen. Peter’s breath caught in his throat as she wrapped her small arms around his neck, her soft hair pressing into his cheek.

“Daddy hugs me when I’m sad.” Her voice was soft and lilting, full of innocence and sadness not common for a child. Peter let out a soft gasp, wrapping his arms around the girl as her small hand awkwardly pat his back and clung to her, letting the tears fall.

“I’ll hug you when you’re sad. Whenever you want.” Peter said, looking to Pepper. She was crying, a hand pressed against her nose. Her lips mouthed the words ‘thank you’ and Peter smiled, pulling away from the girl and wiping his eyes.

“Can I tell you a story, Morgan?” Peter asked and the girl smiled wide, nodding excitedly and Peter stood, taking the girls hand into his. “Let me tell you about the time I went to space.”

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I’m depressed 3000.

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I bawled like a fucking baby

Mr Stark, can you hear me? It’s Peter.

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So basically what I’ve gathered from the Endgame spoilers I’ve seen so far is that, while Thor is the Protector of the Lesbians, the lesbians are the Protectors of the Spiderman

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thank you

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I was throwing around my gay bracelet and tried to whack it with my foot to keep it up in the air and I think I just broke my foot and a table

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how long have you been gay?

lifetimes 

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I’ve seen this everywhere and now it’s here I have to reblog

y = -(sin(x^(1.7/6)+4)+(1/x))+10

sundancekyd:

equation of the curve of jensen ackles’ ass.

Leave it to Tumblr.

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Okoye had no problem killing her husband for Wakanda, but Wanda can’t kill her boyfriend for the whole fracking universe.

Wanda would rather let half of the population of the universe die to save a Microwave Oven.

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Pengwings

Don’t look at me like that. This animal helped us solve a case.

-SH

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I hate being an introvert when I’m scared of being alone.

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After the absolute horror in Infinity War my heart needed something like this

Okay but honestly if there isn’t an after credit scene in Avengers 4 of all the MCU heroes eating shwarma in a shwarma restaurant at a much much bigger table acting even more tired and exhausted then before then what’s even the point

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That doesn’t make me feel so good

cool…

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Tom Holland is more secure in both his masculinity and femininity than I ever could be