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“Hey, Mr. Stark,” Peter greets into the phone as he sits on the ledge, looking out over the city. “Patrol was boring today. Pat a few dogs, which was nice. I guess I should be happy - less crime is good, right? It’s just… boring.”

He pauses, watching in amusement as a pigeon chases down another one, fighting over bits of food. The silence on the other end of the line doesn’t bother him. It was always like this anyway.

“Um, Happy said I can come over this weekend. I hope that’s okay with you. I’m excited to work in the lab again! I know, I know,” Peter groans. “I needed to get used to adjusting to Life After The Snap, blah blah blah. But I think things are back to normal now, right?”

The smaller of the birds swoops under the other and snatches his prize, and Peter can’t help but smile.

“Anyway, give DUM-E a pat for me, would you? I’d better get home - I have a Calc test tomorrow, so I reckon things really are back to normal. Peter out! Uh, Parker. But you knew that. Ugh.” Peter cringes, cursing himself for being socially inept. “I always make it weird. See ya soon!”

Peter hangs up and prepares himself to swing back home, sparing one last look at the bird, who’s now happily munching away on the roof a couple buildings down. He grins, happy for it.

The little guy, he knows, doesn’t always win.

-

As soon as he gets to the Compound that weekend, Peter makes a beeline for the lab. He skids to a halt when he sees how dark it is inside.

Weird. Tony practically lives in the lab, and the lights are always on, holograms of various schematics hovering through the room. He must be really busy with meetings today, Peter thinks as he flicks the lights on.

“DUM-E!” he says gleefully to the robot resting in the corner. The bot perks up from where it’d been drooping and gives a dull beep, slowly making its way to Peter.

“What’s wrong, buddy?” Peter asks, reaching out to put an affectionate hand over the bot’s claw. “You’re usually so excited to see me!”

DUM-E chirps softly, nudging the boy. The bot opens its claw and gently closes it around Peter’s wrist in the robot equivalent of a hug.

“That’s more like it,” Peter laughs. “I wonder where Mr. Stark is. I bet Miss Potts has him in meetings today. What do you say we go ahead and get to work, yeah? Maybe I can surprise him by finishing the fire-proof web formula I’ve been working on.”

DUM-E looks up at him, camera focused on the teen’s face, and tilts its claw as if in confusion. Then the bot lets out a low whir, a sad sound that strikes a dissonant chord in Peter, and he ignores it, already pulling out various test tubes and beakers.

“Let’s try not to blow anything up. But just in case, I’ll even let you hold the fire extinguisher. I know Mr. Stark banned you from it, but I trust you. Besides, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” Peter says conspiratorially.

DUM-E takes the extinguisher hesitantly, and Peter sighs. Apparently, even robots go through a moody phase.

He’ll have to talk to Tony about it.

-

Pepper and Happy sit in Pepper’s office, watching the kid from the security feed. She lets out a heavy sigh as Peter chats enthusiastically with DUM-E.

“We can’t let this continue,” she says resolutely.

Happy raises an eyebrow. “You think I don’t know that? The kid’s left sixteen voicemails for Tony in the last two weeks, and in every one of them, he talks about seeing him soon. It’s just…” Happy trails off, scraping a stressed hand over his face.

“Heartbreaking,” Pepper finishes for him, heart aching in her chest. Happy nods, and Pepper wonders if this will ever get any easier, any more bearable.

“I’ll go talk to him,” she says quietly, and Happy just sits there in defeat.

(No, she thinks. It will never get easier.)

-

Peter’s waiting for the hot water bath to heat up and double checking his stoichiometry when he hears the lab doors open behind him. He turns around, a wide grin already plastered on his face.

“Hey, Mr. Star - oh. Hi, Miss Potts!” Peter quickly recovers, and he shifts uneasily at the determined look on her face as she quietly walks over to him, pulling out Tony’s desk chair and sitting across from him.

“Peter,” she says softly and takes a deep breath, steeling herself for words Peter doesn’t anticipate. “We need to talk.”

He looks at her, taking in the sight before him. Peter’s never noticed this before, because Pepper is always so put together, but right now, she just looks… tired. Drained. Where her skin was always smooth and glowing, there’s now tired worry lines etched into her skin. Without any makeup on, Peter’s sure he’d find dark circles under her eyes.

This must be serious then. He quickly stops the hot water bath, turning to give her his full attention.

“Sure, what’s up? Is everything okay?” he asks hesitantly, and Pepper studies him intently before dropping a little in her seat.

“Peter,” she says gently. “This has to stop.”

He tilts his head, looking around in confusion, brows furrowed.

“I - I don’t - I’m sorry,” he stutters out. “I know I shouldn’t work in the lab without Mr. Stark present, but Happy said I could come over and Mr. Stark doesn’t usually mind. I figured he’d be here soon and didn’t think he’d be mad, but I - I can leave,” he rambles uncertainly, and Pepper holds up a hand, effectively cutting him off.

“Peter,” she interrupts. “He’s not coming back.”

The words are said quietly, but they burst inside of his chest like fireworks, and he can’t help but flinch back. He shakes his head fiercely, glaring at her.

“That’s not - he’s just in a meeting, he’ll be here soon,” Peter insists, and God, Pepper can’t do this.

“Tony is dead, Peter,” she repeats, words firm even as her heart wavers, because she doesn’t want to do this anymore, can’t sit here and force reality onto a kid who shouldn’t have to face it.

(She doesn’t want to face it either.)

Peter shakes his head again, chest heaving. “Don’t say that!” he spits angrily. “He’s - he’s not - how could you even say that? FRIDAY, he’s just in a meeting, isn’t he? Tell her.”

There’s a moment of silence then, and Pepper closes her eyes. When he doesn’t get an answer, Peter yells at the ceiling.

“TELL HER!”

When FRIDAY speaks, her voice is uncharacteristically gentle, laced with a distinctly human grief.

“Tony Stark died to reverse the snap. To bring you back.”

“No!” Peter yells, swiping at the glass beakers and test tubes, letting them fall to the floor and shatter. His breath comes in short, angry gasps, and he can’t stop the frustrated tears that spill down his cheeks. “Stop saying that!”

“Peter,” Pepper tries again, but he whirls around, picking up the first thing he can grab and throwing it across the room.

“Stop it, stop it, stop it!” he cries, voice cracking right alongside the glass, but Pepper stands up, eyes shining with tears as she makes her way to the hurting kid.

He tries to push her away, but she wraps his arms around him firmly, and that’s all he needs. Peter’s legs give out from under him and he sinks to the ground, Pepper kneeling with him as she holds his trembling body.

“He’s not dead, he’s not dead, he’s not - he’s not gone,” Peter cries brokenly into her shoulder, and she runs a soothing hand up his back.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispers as she rocks him back and forth, closing her eyes as Peter keeps repeating it over and over again.

-

She was laying in bed, once, when Tony kissed on her on the forehead and said, “I need a favor.”

Pepper had given him a suspicious look, but she sat up, noting the serious tone.

“What is it?” she’d asked, and Tony looked at her with something in his eyes that scared her.

Resignation.

“If anything ever happens to me, I need you to look out for Peter,” he told her bluntly, and Pepper froze in his arms. He continued anyway. “I mean, I know he has his aunt, but I just - I need to make sure.”

“Why would something - what’s wrong?” she’d asked, trying to wrap her head around what he was saying, but he shook his head.

“Nothing’s wrong,” he answered mildly. “I just - I need you to promise me that if something happens, you’ll have his back,” he insisted, eyes searching hers intently.

“I - of course, Tony. I promise.”

-

“I’m so sorry,” she whispers again.

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Nebula, looking at Mantis: God, she’s pretty.

Quill: Don’t be jealous, you’re pretty, too.

Nebula: I’m not being jealous, I’m being gay.

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Scott: The eagles won yesterday.

Hope: You watched the game?

Scott, covered in scratches: What game?

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Individual: Tony Stark is a top.

Strange, r*gers, Bucky, Peter Quill, Rhodey, Sam, Loki, Thor, Pepper, Gamora, T'Challa, Wade, Victor, Logan, Bruce, me, and Tony himself :

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Peter, to a random spider: Dude, pay the rent or leave, because, you’re not even washing the dishes anymore, and I just think that’s such a dick move.

May:

Tony:

Happy:

Pepper:

Natasha: Yeah, dude. Pay up or move out.

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Tony: I got Netflix for you like you asked!

Peter: OH That’s Awesome! I’ve been mooching off of Neds account for years. This will be nice.

Tony: Wait, what do you mean account?

Peter: His Netflix account?

Tony:…..

Peter: Like his profile? I wanted one of my own they’re like $8

Tony:…

Tony:….Ohhhh… You mean the account on the service….

Peter: Yeah, what did you think I mean? Wait, what did you buy?

Tony:…

Tony:……..Netflix…

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Tony: I got Netflix for you like you asked!

Peter: OH That’s Awesome! I’ve been mooching off of Neds account for years. This will be nice.

Tony: Wait, what do you mean account?

Peter: His Netflix account?

Tony:…..

Peter: Like his profile? I wanted one of my own they’re like $8

Tony:…

Tony:….Ohhhh… You mean the account on the service….

Peter: Yeah, what did you think I mean? Wait, what did you buy?

Tony:…

Tony:……..Netflix…

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odin: loki loki

loki: yes papa

odin: stabbing your brother

loki: no papa

odin: telling lies

loki: no papa

odin: show me your hands

loki: ha ha hahahaha

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Peggy: The doctor says you guys need potassium! Just eat yogurt!

Bucky: Yogurt is just fruit sperm.

Steve, sitting on his lap: And we’re not gay.

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Tony: *lying in bed seductively* Why don’t you come join me, hot stuff?

Stephen: tony stop, put your shirt back on. we’re in a ikea, people are staring

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submitted by an amazing anon! (the quotes i’m sorry for the thoughts those were added by me, in my defense I did not sleep last night. I’m sorry)

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submitted by an amazing anon! (the quotes i’m sorry for the thoughts those were added by me, in my defense I did not sleep last night. I’m sorry)

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Shuri: Would you slap your best friend for a million dollars?

T'Challa: No! I’d never do that to Oko-

Okoye: I’d roundhouse kick T'Challa for three bucks and a ham sandwich.

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Please reblog if you ship StrangeFrost. My friend and I feel so alone T-T

That’s Doctor (Stephen) Strange x Loki for those who don’t know

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…sex. the agreement was sex.

Look i dunno I wanted to experiment with panels and speech bubbles and I just went through Dr. Strange comics

Hey also uh. Commissions are open

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