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lilyy-russell:

Guess I need to start finding the time to go back to Mixed Martial Arts classes, huh?

Yeah, sorry bro, my bad. I will take him outside and place him in the trash with his trash friends. Just as soon as I manage to drag myself out of this chair. It feels like I’ve not moved in 93 years and my legs don’t want to work now.

Oh Peter, bless your heart. I’m guessing he put up a fight about accepting your resignation? Good because I’m strongly considering putting laxatives in her ��superfood’ smoothies.

Remember when we were smol and innocent that was good why can’t we just have that again???

That’s probably a good idea anyway.

Originally posted by themovieenthusiast

Don’t beat him up too badly? Between the buy outs and the career changes journalists are becoming an endangered species.

I didn’t give him an option. Deleted everything he had on me that suggested he was more than just my boss, then went after the backups, then sent him an email with my resignation. God, I miss science.

The ones that have a crap ton of sugar and glow in the dark?

Remember when JJ seemed like the baddest guy we had to deal with professionally?

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lilyy-russell:

Yeah, that’s top of my to-do list. 

Did you see what he fucking said to me though after Tony got arrested???? everyone knows i take this shit personally and he decided to stick the knife in for some unknown reason 

i can fight brenda though yeah? Oh God yeah, I miss college deadlines being the main problem in my life.

I can help if you need backup.

Originally posted by haidaspicciare

No, no, I get it. I didn’t say you were wrong. Just, take it outside? Please? It’s just hard to listen to more fighting here when everything seems to be a fight. I’m getting exhausted just swinging around town.

I... I really miss Tony. I had to quit after everything. He didn’t ask me, I resigned, but I didn’t want to drag him through the dirt if shit went pear shaped. 

Brenda deserves it.

Me too.

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iphigenia-sharpe:

Want to come to the tower and snuggle the baby? She’s 100% the best at reducing stress.

Originally posted by ageofthesith

Yeah, of course! I love seeing Sarah. Want me to pick up anything on the way over?

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lilyy-russell:

HELLO WHO DO I HAVE TO FIGHT TODAY it wasn’t me brenda started it and shawn doubly started it but i’m ENDING IT AND HIM

I WILL FIGHT THEM QUIETLY FOR YOU

Well fight candidate Quinn for one.

Originally posted by stonefield-my-path

Dude you and Shawn are my best friends here. If you guys are gonna fight about this shit, take it outside.

I just want this to be over so I can go back to my normal worries. And I never thought I’d miss those.

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Hearing your colleagues tear each other part because of the stress isn’t great. I mean, I get it, I’ve been getting angry calls accusing me of doctoring my photos, but keep it out of the newsroom, please...

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lilyy-russell:

themanwithoutfear-fh:

Matt self-consciously adjusted the knot of his tie before knocking at the apartment door.  From everything that Lily had mentioned in her text messages, Matt expected Peter to be nervous and he knew from past experience that new clients took some kind of comfort in their lawyers looking professional and business-like… or, failing that, he at least hoped that confident and relaxed would do the same job. 

Living out of their office these past few weeks hadn’t exactly helped Matt to maintain even his usual lackadaisical approach to personal grooming, and he hoped that he’d somehow managed to fall somewhere in between ‘experienced legal profession’ and ‘moonlighting hobo-slash-bum’.

The faint-yet-familiar smell of pizza and chemicals that he’d come to associate with Peter Parker since their first meeting crept out from behind the door. Scent was so often the first (and most subtle) indicator that Matt picked up, often before he was even aware of it himself.  He knew Peter was on the other side of that door before he heard the young man’s breath or heartbeat, in the same way that he knew Lily was coming up the stairs behind him, having missed the elevator that Matt had ridden up in.

“Hi Peter,” Matt said, offering the photographer a smile in return for the greeting. “It’s good to meet you again… I’m sorry if I’m a little late, the cab driver took the scenic route.”

“Is Lily here already?,” the lawyer asked innocently as he folded away his white cane, fully aware of the red headed journalist’s heavy breathes approaching from the emergency stairwell.

It was 100% Not Lily’s Fault that she was running late. Firstly, Brenda at work had dumped a bunch of stuff on her at the last minute, and then she hadn’t been able to leave early like she’d planned to, so she’d got caught up in the rush hour commuters. Basically, she hated Brenda. And businessmen. And people in general. And especially the authorities. As if to make things worse, she’d just missed Matt going up in the lift. She was really, really tempted to wait for the damn thing but maybe this was the universe telling her she should get some exercise. So, she decided to take the emergency stairs. It was always good to know where they were, especially in times like this. Having thought that, it became clear that climbing the stairs had been a really stupid idea about halfway up. She could feel her cheeks burning. The curse of the ginger strikes again. Spectacular. Letting herself rest for a few seconds, she got going again - and made it up there after what felt like climbing a whole damn mountain. “YES Lily’s here. Goddamn, I am never taking those stairs again in my entire life. I’m literally dying here. If I ever think about climbing stairs when I don’t 100% have to, you have permission to slap me. Jesus Christ.”

She passed both men and collapsed into the sofa, sighing heavily. What even was her life. She had to get her sort-of-boyfriend to be her actual-proper-lawyer, and now she was also going to be dead by stairs. “What? This is practically, like, my second home sometimes. I’m making myself comfortable. This is polite Lily. I’m wearing shoes and everything.”

“Yeah, I almost never use the stairs here,” Peter said, leaving out the part where he had another way to leave: by web-slinging out the window. “Though the wait on that elevator is killer. Like, you wouldn’t think so, but it always takes forever.”

He grinned when Lily just sat right now and plopped on his couch like she owned the place. “Come in,” Peter said, and then went to the kitchen. “Anyone want anything?” he called back to his guests. “I have Mountain Dew, coffee, orange juice and water.”

Peter used the brief period of being away from the others to try to center himself again. He knew, from all of the Law and Order he binged on his healing days, that it was best to tell his lawyer everything, so they didn’t get surprised in court, and that there was lawyer-client privilege, and that Matt couldn’t go running to the Bugle over his identity without being disbarred, but it was the secret of his life. Literally, protecting this secret had likely saved his life a number of times, making it so that it wasn’t easy for his enemies to find him unawares.

He took out a few glasses to start filling them with ice – Peter was gonna need Mountain Dew if he wanted to get through this – and brushed past the place where he usually made his webbing. He’d spilled one of the batches as he was pouring it into his webslingers last night, but the kitchen still smelled slightly of his webbing. The webbing being a very unique smell, it didn’t bother him too much, but now he wondered if he needed to start going over his counters with the same solution that he’d used in Tony’s labs.

If he could get any of it. He hadn’t been to the Avengers Towers in weeks, not since the government started announcing its active support for rounding the street heroes up. He’d wanted to reach out when Tony had been arrested, but Peter was trying to stay away to protect them both from legal consequences if Peter was brought down, and he’d made sure Tony knew that before Peter left.

“Oh, hey, I also still have some pretty-sure-it’s-not-flat-yet Coke if anyone wants it!”

My Name is Jean Valjean || Peter, Lily & Matt

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lilyy-russell:

“Course I do.” She smiled, although she was putting on a brave face more so than normal. Sure, she’d got angry about some form of bigotry or stupidity almost daily since she’d started working as a journalist. Including with other people at her own paper. She got her revenge by being better at her job than them, by counteracting their bullshit, and by being known as an alternative voice. Although these days, it seemed like less people were listening - or that they’d never cared in the first place and now they thought it was ok to go out and say these horrible things. Because there were people in power who were pandering to those sentiments and it seemed like whatever common respect and decency still existed had just totally gone out of the window. Days like these, she was especially thankful for Tony’s help with the security. It was nice to have something else to talk about, although what to do with her life post-graduation wasn’t exactly a safe topic either. “That’s great! Aww, I can’t wait to see the photos of you with the graduation cap. Graduating feels weird. I still don’t know how to adult, really.”

“Does anyone?” Peter asked, smirking, and then they turned the corner. As soon as they did, Peter saw a large, massive protest... and an equally big counter protest right next to it. And they didn’t seem very happy with each other. Lovely. Slogans were being shouted back and forth, signs were being raised and there was definitely a tension in the air, like a rubber band being stretched.

Peter looked up, and saw two giant trees near the center of the protest. If they made their way there quickly, if the protest didn’t start moving, then they could have some of the best seats in the house and stay out of everyone’s way.

“How good are you at climbing trees?” Peter asked, already looking for the best route to the trees.

At the other end of the street, he saw a large police presence coming towards them, and he started cursing under his breath.

“Look, Lily, we came at the perfect time.”

write my way out || open

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angie-jones-firestar:

Try and document what’s really happening, I guess. Try and show that we’re just people, like anyone else. The Avengers might have a ton of money and a fancy building, but they’re really just a bunch of people who decided to try and stop bad things from happening as much as possible. I’m not sure how that always gets lost in the confusion. If you ever wanna come up and photograph some of the students, maybe do some interviews, I can see if any of them are comfortable with it. Some of the X-Men might be. 

That’s... a really great idea. They might lock me up over this, so it’s better if I do this sooner, rather than later. Is there a time that really works for you?

Originally posted by peterparkerdaily

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My Name is Jean Valjean || Peter, Lily & Matt

Peter just wanted to hide in his room for the rest of eternity.

The fact that the authorities had gone after Tony meant they were serious about cracking down on the heroes, real serious, and it meant that nothing would save Peter if they caught him. Iron Man was an internationally-known hero and an icon; Spider-Man was a local kid who occasionally stopped city-wide disasters.

So that meant Peter had to essentially go into hiding as Spider-Man, while still getting photos of himself as Spider-Man, photos that would be heavily analyzed and questioned as Peter Parker was put under increasing scrutiny.

Lovely.

And now he had a lawyer coming over?

What even was his life?

He scanned the room for what felt like the thousandth time, making sure there weren’t any pieces of the puzzle left out for visitors to use to clue out his identity, like Lily accidentally did. He heard someone at the door, and figured it was Lily and Matt. He checked through the peephole in his apartment door to make sure it was them, and then opened the door to let them in.

“Hi!”

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lilyy-russell:

Wow. I’d never seen the office like this before. It’s intense. Matt texted me back by the way. We can talk about it in person.

Okay. My apartment? Matt can come too.

Originally posted by rem-us

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angie-jones-firestar:

You and everyone else with a cell phone. The depressing thing about getting older, is you realize the word never applies to fewer and fewer situations. Hateful people will always find a way to be hateful, their targets just change. They always come for us, in the end. We’re always easy to hate. 

I’m already being targeted. I’m a freelance photographer for the Bugle. What else can I do to help?

Originally posted by mrsgarfieldxo

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angie-jones-firestar:

Just make sure there’s nothing incriminating. If they go looking for one thing, they can still bust you for something else. Tell them you don’t recall. It works for congress when they fuck up. This is such bullshit. Why don’t they just set the Constitution and Bill of Rights on fire while they’re at it? They might as well. Next, it’s going to be the Mutant Registration Act all over again, and we’re going to end up wearing fucking badges on our clothes to identify us. You can quote me on that if you feel like it.

I just take the photos, ma’am. I just.. it still doesn’t feel real to me. I guess always thought never this country, not now, not when we have so many historical examples to learn from, but that’s never actually saved you guys, has it?

Originally posted by marvelgifs

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kazfelder:

Fucking hell. This is – this is a gross mishandling of justice. 

Are you gonna do it? I mean, you could probably fight it. You could get a lawyer or something, you know. If you wanted.

Yeah, it really is.

Originally posted by recklesinsanity

The Bugle’s legal department has already started working with me in this, but a coworker mentioned something about a lawyer friend.

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lilyy-russell:

“Course I do.” She smiled, although she was putting on a brave face more so than normal. Sure, she’d got angry about some form of bigotry or stupidity almost daily since she’d started working as a journalist. Including with other people at her own paper. She got her revenge by being better at her job than them, by counteracting their bullshit, and by being known as an alternative voice. Although these days, it seemed like less people were listening - or that they’d never cared in the first place and now they thought it was ok to go out and say these horrible things. Because there were people in power who were pandering to those sentiments and it seemed like whatever common respect and decency still existed had just totally gone out of the window. Days like these, she was especially thankful for Tony’s help with the security. It was nice to have something else to talk about, although what to do with her life post-graduation wasn’t exactly a safe topic either. “That’s great! Aww, I can’t wait to see the photos of you with the graduation cap. Graduating feels weird. I still don’t know how to adult, really.”

“Does anyone?”

Peter had his own apartment, true, which was hard enough in NYC. He lived on cheap subway hot dogs and coffee, hardly a great diet, and sometimes it seemed like all he was doing was swinging from one disaster to another. His Spider-Sense was tingling at an almost constant low level, just enough to throw him off the norm, and he wouldn’t tell anyone, but this was the third day in a row that he’d worn these pants because he simply hadn’t had the chance to do laundry.

Also, the next time he could breathe he needed to go shopping for food. And toothpaste. And dish soap.

They caught the subway, and on the way, Peter saw a Daily Bugle, with his picture on the front line. For the first time since he started taking these photos, he wondered if his photos were helping or hurting him. They’d originally been to help Aunt May out, and it had been a good idea as a kid, but what were the long term affects? By giving himself an image, by putting himself out there like that and courting the Bugle’s attention, had he screwed himself over?

“When do you get your master’s?”

write my way out || open

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angie-jones-firestar:

Call a lawyer. Now. And put anything you’ve got that you don’t want the law to see somewhere they can’t find it. If they’ve got a subpoena, they might get a search warrant too. Get everything you can off anything they could potentially search. I’m talking work, home, anywhere they can think of. In fact, hide your computer too. Both of them. This is serious, it’s time to assume the worst is coming.

Not worried about the documents. The documents they want? Don’t exist. Never have. It’s the testifying part. I’ve been pretty up close and personal with a few supers in the course of my work -- I’m worried that I might get asked a question that I’ll have to refuse to answer.

Originally posted by your-harry-potter-imagines

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kazfelder:

What? Why?

Because I’m one of the only photogs in the industry who can reliably get close enough to the battles to get photos of Spidey -- and sometime others -- in action.

Originally posted by midtownsbest

So I’m supposed to turn over any and all documented communications and testify. Like, he’s a dude in a suit, do you really think he goes around with business cards and an email address? 

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Thanks. This just has... Betty actually gave me a hug when I went over to the office today. A hug.

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I am now. Fuck. I’m just a bit of a mess at this point.

Originally posted by b0sstilinski

I’ve texted Matt and I’m coming over. Not taking no for an answer.