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Alright people, let’s do this one last time. My name is Peter B. Parker…
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“ Turns out in an era of Internet surveillance, Homeland Security, and DNA analysis, secret identities are a bitch to mantain. ”
indie matt murdock / daredevil. mixed canon / mcu based.
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I spent 5-6 hours (I’m not complaining. It’s just a fact) and your feedback is the greatest reward for my efforts ❤️
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Tony: So you wear a binder?
Peter: Yup
Tony: All the time?
Peter: Well no only some time cause they can be dangerous
Tony: So not when you’re Spider-Man right?
Peter:
Tony: Peter?
Peter swinging away: :)
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Karen forgot for a moment that she was dealing with, essentially, a wounded dog with the shot hero before her and his stiffening made her frown at the reaction. Slow movements, Karen. Slow movements that are reassuring. She didn’t need to seem threatening, least of all when she was offering help, and so Karen made sure to keep her hands out where he would be able to see them. When he said he was sure he could make it, Karen had her own doubts: she hadn’t been able to look at the wound, and she knew bullet wounds could be tricky.
Apparently he was thinking ahead, though, and used his webbing to work as a makeshift gauze over the wound. But it hurt, it had to hurt, and Karen edged forward once more as he stumbled from the pain. He was so…small, so fragile looking even though she couldn’t see his face, and some instinctual part of her was telling her to protect, to protect at all costs. She kept her distance, though, and waited.
The little joke he made – or attempted to make – was met with a half-hearted laugh. “Not a kidnapper. Just a friend of the vigilante population of this fair city.” And a reporter who got in way over her head sometimes. Karen looked over to him as they made their way to her car, shifting her purse to the opposite side of her body. “Do you need help walking?” She knew a gunshot wound hurt; even superficial ones were painful.
Peter could tell every time she moved closer to him. He had enhanced senses, he could hear her edging closer and feel her movements. But he trusted her, he had to keep reminding himself that her help was his best shot. Even though the thought of her getting too close and finding out who was under the mask made him even more stressed-- and it was safe to say he was already pretty stressed with having a bullet in his side.
A friend of who? Peter didn’t like how closely his worlds were starting to merge, every time he tried to keep them separate the world found a way to make his life more complicated by slamming the two halves of his life together. “Oh really?” He tried to sound casual, but his voice was strained. “So-- so helping vigilantes is kinda-- a side gig for you? Who-- who d’you know?”
“I...” he paused, his instinct was always to assure that he was fine. But did he need help walking? He had to use his core to move and if he wanted to take a step bigger than a small shuffle he knew it would increase the pain tremendously. “If you could just wheel me there that’d be-- that’d be great.” He inhaled deeply and winced when it caused his wound to move. “Maybe just a-- a bit of help. Just to move faster.” He held out an arm and left it up to her to figure out the best way to help him walk.
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“That doesn’t mean you have to throw everything away. You have more roots laid down than I do.” she persisted, unfolding her arms and letting them fall to her side,”Not that I don’t admire your selflessness, but don’t you have someone back in your world?”
“Kid...” Peter sighed, running a hand through his hair. He really needed a shower. “You know as well as well as I do that this job can be pretty lonely.” He wasn’t going to let her just throw away the rest of her life to stay in a universe that would rip her apart, not when he’s practically already thrown away his. “At this point I don’t have anyone,” his heart ached at the reminder of losing MJ. He was alone by now, no one would miss Peter Parker. “I’ve lived a pretty full life, much more than you. I’m staying behind and that’s final.”
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gen·ius
/‘jēnyəs/ noun- exceptional intellectual or creative power or other (un)natural ability.
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@ironhardpacker || cont
“My ribs really aren’t that sore...” Peter realized he wouldn’t win this the second he opened his mouth. “Powers and all.” He scratched the back of his head and stretched. “And falling asleep... that’s easier said than done.” He had recently had a bout of insomnia after a particularly bad nightmare. It sucked, but it also gave him time to finish all his homework, even if he did doze off in class.
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// back in new york and back on campus, that means also back on my old shit (a.k.a sleeping too much) I'll get to replies hopefully soon
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Homeless Starters
“Can I stay at your place?”
“My parents kicked me out.”
“There’s nowhere to go when it’s cold.”
“Nobody cares about people like us.”
“Do you have anywhere to sleep tonight?”
“What have you been eating?”
“I’d kill for a hot shower.”
“Fucking spikes on the fucking benches. As if that’ll solve anything.”
“It’s not so bad in the summer. Winter’s when it gets tricky.”
“I’m not your charity case.”
“I don’t have anywhere else to go.”
“Believe me, I don’t want to be here either.”
“The police chased us out of the last good place we found. Everyone’s scattered now.”
“Running away is way more romantic in the movies.”
“I can’t go home.”
“Your steps are the only one with an awning. Either I sleep here or in the rain.”
“Come inside. I won’t let you freeze out there.”
“This isn’t living. It’s surviving.”
“One day when I’m rich and famous I’ll look back at this time in my life and laugh. Or I’ll die tomorrow. One or the other.”
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❤❤❤❤❤
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// that’s u showering me with ur love. Thank you!!
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♥
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//omg I do not deserve this love, thank you so much!!
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He’s an avenger after all.
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❝ I don’t want anyone to ever suffer because Spider-Girl failed to help when she should have. ❞
「「 ind. && sel. canon-divergent SPIDER-GIRL of the MU2 && marvel cinematic universe. est. 05/2016 written by aimee. 」」
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Send "♥" if you like my tumblr
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( ✉ → sms ) help me choose a pizza topping please
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[text]; would you hate me if i said pineapple??[text]; italian sausage is good too
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//I really need some soul realm shenanigans with the other dust folk hmu
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