#Puzzle rail rush hack

[night-rook]

Misled | Uraraka Ochako x Reader |

Word Count: 1973 Reader Type: Neutral Gender, Hanahaki Disease  Story Type: Requested, UA Traitor Uraraka x Reader(?) Beware: Curse words. Summary: The teachers of Yuuei have been during search for the possible traitor. While Reader has been suffering from a violent fit of coughs since the start of the year.  Key terms:  (Y/n) = Your Name (E/c) = Eye Color (S/c) = skin color                             ━━━━━━━✿━━━━━━━ It was a normal day in Yuuei High. The students were studying while teachers were teaching. Instead of joining your classmates, you were on your way to deliver papers to Principal Nezu for Aizawa. The reports were important as each document held classified information from the USJ and Training Camp incidents. Papers filled lined by line of every thing that was recorded to deepen the investigation.

Yuuei staff was conducting a search through classes A and B as those were the prime targets the villains attacked. However, Class A was in a deeper end of the search because the students were involved in both attacks.

As you walk down the hallway, a sudden burn erupted from the depths of your chest. You place your free hand over the center of your chest as the burning grew hotter. Slowing down your pace until you stopped dead in your tracks, the aggressive burn began a boiling trail upwards. Cough Cough Cough A-HA! The release was so powerful your body hunched over as the coughing roared out of you, pushing itself out of your lungs. Pressing a hand against the wall, your other hand covering your mouth while heaving out hot air. The violent coughs continued to ransack your aching lungs. The organs desperately try to clear whatever was inside your system. Your throat receiving a blazing itch while the coughing coursed through. Coughing was normal to everyone, but these violent attacks weren’t. For the past couple of weeks the simple cough turned into assaults. Each pass became harsher than the last one. It wasn’t this bad when you were in class. You would cough here and there, but Uraraka gave you a cough drop before you left to hand the reports. The small strawberry piece was still in your mouth but the assault of coughs was still there. Leaning back against the wall, you closed your eyes to take a moment to think. When was the last time you felt healthy? When was the last time your body didn’t have these violent coughing fits? These thoughts run through your mind as your body eases from having to take a ten minute attack. Carefully inhaling and exhaling, for a split second, the image of the human mochi made an appearance across your brain. “Is it possible you like Midoriya?” a childish voice echoed around the empty hallway. “What! O-Of Course not!” the mochi yelled. Your (e/c) orbs glance over to the brunette as the three of you hold onto the railing. Thirteen using her quirk on the trio, slowly advancing forward. The pink on Uraraka’s plush cheeks grew as she started to overthink before she let go of the railing. Being quick to react, you let go of the metal bar to grab onto her wrist in order to prevent her from getting sucked into the vacuum. The sensation in your throat that day was unbearable. You tried to speak but your voice never came. After the exam, you left to see Recovery Girl on what was happening. The elderly woman was puzzled by your symptoms  because your body appeared to be healthy. She examined you thoroughly and even held you overnight to see for further symptoms. But, in the end, she wrote your cough as seasonal allergy. The days following that were hell on earth to you. The coughing never creased! They were worse when you were in class. Seeing the girl interact with the green boy, the annoying burn would settle in your chest as you walk by. Goosebumps would coat through your (s/c) flesh when she would smile and talk to you. Her cheerful demeanor set a light through you and made you happy. The warmth when her hand would touch yours as your two would study. Shaking your head, you pushed yourself off the wall to head towards the office once your breath had evened out. “Maybe I should book an appointment.. Probably get some medicine to help.” you mumbled under your breath as you continued with the day.                            ━━━━━━━✿━━━━━━━ To say for the least, the coughing assaults only grew more painful. You were training with Bakugou on trying to improve your reaction speed. You were doing well for the past hour. Sweat dripping down your forehead as you blocked the hothead’s ruthless attacks. You got ready to trade fists with the blonde when the soft ring of laughter reached your ear. Taking a simple glance towards the direction of the laughter, your pupils dilated at the sight of the brunette as she laughed at the nervous wreck that was Midoriya. Your heart skipped a beat at the way her ivory cheeks were coated with a light dust of pink. The blonde sent a hook punch towards you when the throat murder came out. The punch collided against your ribs and knocked your body towards the left. Hitting the ground, your body skipped across the floor as the coughing assaulted your throat. The gym that was once filled with yelling and laughter grew quite as the violent coughing reached everyone’s attention. “Dumbass! Your fucking weak body can’t take a hit, huh?! It wasn’t even that strong a punch!” the blonde yelled at your curled form. “Ah! Kacchan don’t yell at them! Can’t you see they-” “Shut it Deku!” “Man, Bakubro, ya could have gone easy on them. Sheesh.” Kirishima chuckled while walking over to the blonde. “Hey, (y/n). Are you okay? Can you stand?” she questioned, reaching out a hand to your fallen form. It was an innocent gesture. The type that held no ill will behind it. Uraraka kneeled as her earthy eyes were shadowed with concern and worry. But, something off. Her eyes were usually warm and filled with cheerful joy. These brown orbs were cold and distant in comparison to the bubbly girl you were classed with. Guard up! Something clicked as your hand pushed hers away from you. Your eyes widen at the bold action before a sharp pain course through your chest. Fisting the fabric material around your chest, the organs in that location started to pound. Your heart pulses out blood as rapid as it could but your throat tightens while your lungs begin to burn. You took a step back as the girl in front of you watched your hunched form. “Get away from me..” it was a hushed mumble. The words forced out of the unbearable tension in your voice box as you tried to glare at the girl. Uraraka’s back was towards the others as she faced you. The shadow look grew darker as you stared at one another. The earthy eyes became cold while her posture remained innocent. Her inner appearance being the opposite of what was presented to the world.  You glared towards the female despite the pain that was being dealt to your body. The boys witnessed the scene. You never once raised a hand or were opposed to a helping hand, especially from the brunette. To see you go cold, it was uncharacteristic to the class. Think now. You were there when that psycho blonde attacked.. Ochako pinned her down but the way she was attacked... It seemed practiced, right? (Y/n), you know fake wastling when you see it! Your inner conscience yelled at you while your eyes focused on the brunette. The memory of when Toga had attacked Tsu and Uraraka. You had rushed to the scene just in time when the blonde had pinned the sweet frog tree. Activating your quirk, you managed to push the blond away from Tsu before Uraraka came in to pin her down to the ground.  That look she had at the blond, it was similar to the one on her face at this moment. “What’s wrong, (Y/n). You’re acting really weird.” her sickly sweet voice rang out to you. Clenching your jaw, you remained quiet while watching her. She wasn’t asking for a response, that was clear with her facial expression. The pain wasn’t ceasing while you had your standoff. If anything, it was escalating by the ticking second. The nerves in your body were pulsing. Blood Cells flowing within veins were burning throughout your body as muscles felt like they were being torn. Your knuckles turned white from the amount of pressure you used to distract yourself from the agony. “Tell me.. ” as hoarse as it sounded, your voice managed to maintain a steady wave. “It’s weird when we pair up, now that I think about it. I get these strange dots in areas you hit…” “What do you mean? Those are probably blood clots-” “Nope. Those dots aren’t clots. I know because I did my research along with some examinations from Recovery Girl.” You cut her off almost immediately. Her composer nearly breaks from the straight answer. “What’s even weirder, my lungs received the most damage. The coughing and hacking got worse by the day. I’m surprised to not be hospitalized at this moment.” Right on cue, the inner assault made and appearance. You wheezed out the violent attack and hunched over only slightly, using your hand to cover your mouth the best you could. As it passes, a trail of crimson leaked out from the corner of your mouth. The eyes of those around you widen at the sight of blood. Everyone knew you had been having fits but not this bad. “I was curious why I had them. The assault of coughs and wheezing after the USJ accident, but I shrugged it off because it could have been from the dust caused by the villain attacks. But, that night with Toga, Tsu tossed you just as I arrived.” There it was. It was tiny and barely visible to the others but it was clear to you. Uraraka flinched at the mention of the blond girl’s name. She gulped down the lump in her throat as a way to calm down. You could be bluffing to her in order to get a reaction. She had nothing stacked against her, and she was sure of that. “What are you talking about? You arrived just as I pinned her down.” “Not exactly. I pushed her away from Tsu before she was stabbed. But it was odd because you pinned her down. Even though you appeared right behind me, when you were tossed a head of us.” Her eyes widen at your words. That was all it took before you activated your quirk to try and trap her, but she regained her composer and dodge. Uraraka floated up with the usage of her gravity quirk. The shock was written on the faces of all the students as they witnessed the brunette not struggle. You were about to pursue her when the next assault comefore, causing you to drop to your knees. Uraraka smirked down at your fallen form. Through the course year, she had grown fond of you out of everyone in class. Getting close enough to make you lose your guard when she came to you, never once refusing her requests of studying. She exploited your helpful nature and made you victim to her mask of innocence.  Black mist appeared next to Uraraka. She floated towards it before turning back to give the students of class A one last smile.  “It was fun while it lasted.” With that, the brunette vanished from the gym. The shock in everyone left them paralyzed from moving. The bubbly girl they all had grown accustomed to, the female who looked to be a cheeky cheerful joy.. She had played them all. Trying to regain your breath, you opened your eyes to see a small pile of saliva in your hands. Your (e/c) eyes darkened at the reddish liquid but that wasn’t what caught your attention. In the center of the goo, a small pile of soft looking petals rested in the center.                            ━━━━━━━✿━━━━━━━ 

[playboyi]

1.0 Of Sarcasm

2010

Pepper Potts stood outside of the ONE and only Playboy Tony Stark's Malibu Mansion on the phone.

"Hi, Mr. Cruise, is it ok if I come to pick up Thomas for a little bit?"

"Sure, need him to save the world or something?" He joked.

Pepper nervously laughed. "Something like that."

She could hear a faint voice in the background asking if that was Pepper on the other end. "I'm close to Stark's house if you want me to drop him off."

Pepper cleared her throat and started pacing. "Yeah, that sounds good"

"Alright, I'll see you there."

"Bye." Pepper hung up the phone putting it back in her pocket shaking off her nervousness.

This can't be too dangerous? He can't get hurt ooh if he got hurt I would kill Tony. She thought to herself as the Cruises pulled up in front of the billionaire's house.

"Hi, Thomas." She smiled at the thirteen-year-old who got out of the car with his backpack that he took everywhere.

"Mr. Cruise." she nodded at the older man in the driver's seat.

"Miss Potts, good to see you." He smiled kindly.

"You too." She smiled back.

"Well, kid..I'll see you later." He waved to his son.

Thomas fixed his backpack straps on his shoulders. "Bye."

Thomas turned to Pepper hugging her, she hugged back as her heart almost exploded her happiness to see the young boy.

He pulled away from the hug to look up at her. "What is it now? The suit? Jarvis? The arc reactor? The cars?" He ranted with worry all over his face.

"Whoa slow down, it's the company." She smiled at his cute rambling.

"Oh..ok." He blushed embarrassed by his rambling.

"We need to go to the office to hack Obadiah's computer to see what he's up to." She motioned him to follow her as they walked to one of Tony's many cars.

"I'm guessing I'm hacking?" He asked her with his blue eyes filled with happiness, he loved to hack it was his second favorite thing to do, the first is hanging out with Pepper of course.

Thomas got in the backseat as Pepper got in the driver's seat. Thomas quickly put on his seatbelt.

"Yep." Pepper answered putting the keys in the engine.

He started laughing then it was uncontrollable laughing then it was a mad man laughing.

"What is it?" Pepper asked amused looking in the rearview mirror.

"Pep said yep." He laughed out.

She started to laugh at his laughter and then the joke. "Oh my god your too pure."

–·–·–·–·–·–·–·–·–·–

They pulled up to the building Pepper getting out of the car. "Ok, come Tommy." Pepper rushed as the thirteen year-old barely even made it out of the car.

"I'm coming," He spoke tripping over his untied shoelace almost falling on his face.

Thomas ran in front of Pepper opening the door for her. "Thank you, Sir," Pepper told him with a smile.

Thomas wiped his nose with his sleeve. "I don't do what Tony does."

She looked at him confused. "What does Tony do?" She asked as they make their way up the stairs.

"He says he opens the door for a girl so he can look at her butt."

Pepper rolled her eyes at Tony's inappropriate doings and the fact he told a kid this. "Of course he does."

"He told him I should do it, but I told him it's not respectful and that he should stop doing it." He smiled at her.

"Good job." She ruffled his hair.

They entered Obadiah's office and Thomas sat in the chair and started doing what he does best.

"Python27>python. exe test1.pyResponse Code: 403 <html> <head><title>403 Forbidden</h1>< center><HR><center>nginx</center></body></html." He mummbled as he hacked the compter for the password.

Pepper just looked at him shocked at what just came out of his mouth.

Thomas clicked on a file named Confidential Sector_004. It was full of shipping tickets of the Jericho missile.

The next file was Top _ Secret Sector _ 016, And It was full of blueprints of an iron suit.

"Sector 16? What are you up to, Obadiah?" Pepper questioned leaning down to get a better look.

Thomas opened another file Ultra _ Secret Sector _ 0XX.

"You did not tell us that the target you paid us to kill was the great Tony Stark. As you can see, Obadiah Stane..." A man in a Video told the camera the other men had guns pointed at a man with a bag on his head.

"Oh, my God," Pepper whispered.

"...your deception and lies will cost you dearly. The price to kill Tony Stark has just gone up." A man beside the man with a bag on his head removed the bag revealing it to be Tony Stark.

"Holy shit," Thomas mumbled, he quickly coped the files on to a drive.

Pepper glared at him and flicked the back of his head.

"So, what are we going to do about this? I know what you're going through, Pepper. Tony." Obadiah spoke standing by the door.

He walked over to a small table that had alcohol on it, he poured himself and Pepper a drink. Thomas moved a newspaper over the drive so he couldn't see it.

Thomas clicked the screen saver button as he made his way over to them.

Obadiah smelled the bottle of what it looks like whisky. "He always gets the good stuff, doesn't he?"

"I was so happy when he came home. It was like we got him back from the dead. Now I realize, well, Tony never really did come home, did he? He left a part of himself in that cave. Breaks my heart." He sat on the desk looking at Pepper. Thomas took a piece of taffy off the desk that was kept here for when he visited.

"Well, he's a complicated person." Pepper lightly smiled.

Obadiah took a drink from his glass as Pepper continues. "He's been through a lot. I think he'll be all right.

"You are a very rare woman. Tony doesn't know how lucky he is."

Thomas raised his eyebrows at what Obadiah said.

'What a freaking creep' Thomas thought to himself.

"Thank you. Thanks. I'd better get back there." Thomas got out of the chair as Pepper followed him.

Thomas grabbed the paper and the drive. "Um, next time I'll ask before going into your office I forgot my password on a game and I remembered that I had it on your computer. And I got a piece of candy," Thomas lied cooly.

"It's ok, tell your dad I said hi." Obadiah smiled, he grabbed a piece of candy throwing it over to Thomas who handed it to Pepper to put in his backpack along with the drive.

"Is that today's paper?" Obadiah asked Thomas who was still holding it.

"Yes, sir." Thomas gulped slightly before nodding at the older man.

"Do you mind?"

Thomas walked toward him. "Not at all, I probably shouldn't be reading it anyway."

"Probably not till you older, plus I like the puzzle." Obadiah smiled.

"Of course." Thomas handed him the paper and gave him a high five.

"Take care," Obadiah told Pepper.

They walked down the stairs at a fast pace almost to fast for poor Thomas.

"Ms. Potts? We had an appointment. Did you forget about our appointment?" Mr. Coulson asked as they finished the last stair.

"Nope, right now. Come with me."

"Right now?" Coulson asked shocked due to there other times she turned him down.

Pepper had a grip on Thomas's backpack. "We're going to have it right now. Yeah, walk with us."

"Okay."

"I'm going to give you the meeting of your life. Your office." She said.

Coulson looked down at Thomas who looked like he was about to have a panic attack.

"You ok kid?" He asked.

"Yep, I'm fine, perfect, terrific, amazingly wonderful, just fine." He huffed out.

"Thomas, I'm so sorry ok when this is over I'll buy you ice cream." She told the young boy who was panicking.

"Ice cream, ok," Thomas mumbled himself trying to calm down.

"Thomas as in Thomas Cruise?" Coulson asked the trying not to panic herself, Pepper.

"Yes." She answered.

They reached the car and she pulled out her phone calling Tony multiple times but he didn't pick up. "Tommy I need you to call Rhodey and tell him what's going on. ok?"

"Ok." She handed the boy her phone as she drove there way into traffic explaining the situation to Coulson.

"What do you mean, he paid to have Tony killed? Tom, slow down. Why would Obadiah... Okay, where's Tony now?"

"I don't know. Pepper called him he's not answering his phone. She wants you to go over there and make sure everything's okay."

Rhodey sighed at all this information. "Ok pal."

"Rhodey, I-I'm kinda scared," Thomas confessed, he didn't really wanna say that to a freaking Lieutenant Colonel of the U.S. Air Force but he felt like he should.

"I know you are buddy just hang on there. ok?"

"Alright Thank you, Rhodey." He hiccupped.

"No problem bye."

He handed the phone back to Pepper who looked at him confused. "What did he say?"

"Uhh, he'll go check on him." He grabbed the candy out of his backpack that Obadiah tossed him.

They walked there from the large automatic doors to the metal door.

"Section 16. Section 16. There it is." Pepper pointed.

She swiped the card on the scanner then swiped it again."My key's not working. It's not opening the door."

Coulson put out his hand and one of his guys gave him a small device, he put it on the door.

"Oh, wow! What's that? It's, like, a little device. It's, like, a thing that's going to pick the lock?" Pepper questioned.

"You might want to take a few steps back," Coulson warned her.

They all stood in badass poses as Thomas and Pepper covered their ears. There was a loud bang the door bolts busted off.

"Wow, can I have one of those?" Thomas asked, both Coulson and Pepper shook there heads no.

They all walked down the stairs Coulson and his friends had their guns drawn Coulson turned around nodding to them, he opened the door raising his gun, Pepper slightly gulped as she grabbed Thomas's hand.

They walked on to the platform in the lab, next to the platform was an iron suit like Tony's.

"Looks like you were right. He was building a suit." Coulson spoke staring at the suit gun still drawn.

Thomas scoffed. "I thought it would be bigger.”

They all looked at him amused before looking back at the suit. Thomas heard something sparking, he turned around letting go of Pepper's hand.

He saw broken wires sparking he walked closer to them. Coulson and men jumped over the railing on the platform, Pepper just walked down the stairs.

[may-meadows]

everyone feels like a liar these days (don’t know how not to feel that way)

This was written for @cinnamonrollstark for the 2019 Irondad Fic Exchange with the prompt “Tony comes back to life years after the snap. This is their reunion”. 

| 1/1 Chapters | 7,121 Words | No Archive Warnings Apply | Teen and Up Audiences | 

Summary: Written for the 2019 Irondad Fic Exchange for CinnamonrollStark. Prompt: Tony comes back to life after the Snap and this is their reunion. ---- Then, as Peter dodged bullets and destroyed drones, a flash of red and gold caught his eye. Attention elsewhere, he slammed into a drone and was sent sprawling to the ground. His mind raced a mile a minute.

It’s not real, Peter. It’s not real. It’s not real. You know what Beck is capable of, he’s only trying to distract you.

He could only watch, stunned, as he saw his childhood hero blasting drones out of the sky. Beneath his mask tears began to fall as he told himself it wasn’t real. How could it be?

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               Peter didn’t know what to do. There were too many of them, too many drones. How was he supposed to destroy them all? There were thousands, hundreds of thousands, and he was one teenager with spider powers. Stickiness and super hearing weren’t extremely helpful when one was flying through the air. Why on earth had he believed he could take care of this by himself?

               Oh, right. He didn’t. Fury did. And where was Fury now? Cozy up in his tower watching the whole event unfold from his office window. Peter wished he had never agreed to go with him in Venice. He wished he could have just enjoyed his school trip and asked MJ out at the top of the Eifel Tower. God, life seemed so much simpler a year ago. So much simpler before Thanos and the Snap and . . . and . . . Tony’s death.

               Even now the thought was more painful than Peter could have imagined. Peter knew that Happy hadn’t meant to, but hearing his words made him feel so much worse. “He wouldn’t have done what he did if he didn’t know that you would be here after he was gone.” Tony’s death had never really gotten easier, not when he saw reminders around him all day every day, but that statement sent Peter reeling even further backward. And then there was the glasses. Tony had trusted him, and he gave them to Beck.

               Then, as Peter dodged bullets and destroyed drones, a flash of red and gold caught his eye. Attention elsewhere, he slammed into a drone and was sent sprawling to the ground. His mind raced a mile a minute.

               It’s not real, Peter. It’s not real. It’s not real. You know what Beck is capable of, he’s only trying to distract you.

               He could only watch, stunned, as he saw his childhood hero blasting drones out of the sky. Beneath his mask tears began to fall as he told himself it wasn’t real. How could it be? He watched the light leave Tony’s eyes, felt his heart stop under his palm. Beck had used what Peter had told him to stop him, to torture him. It was sick.

               “Stop messing with me, Beck!” He screamed, using the fresh anger and adrenaline pulsing through his veins to fight. He shot a web at the nearest drone and yanked it out of the sky as forcefully as he could, an explosion sending asphalt and concrete flying. As soon as his bravado had appeared it disappeared. His comms, always silent, came to life.

               “Slow down, kid. I’ll handle the rest of this. Happy is waiting for you a few blocks away, okay?” Came Tony’s voice. Peter shook his head.

               “I know he’s not real! I know you’re just trying to mess with me!” Peter shouted. He tried to have Karen shut off his comms, but she told him that he didn’t have access to that feature. Puzzled, Peter wondered if Beck had hacked his entire system instead of just the comm channel.

               “What do you mean? Peter, I’m not trying to mess with you.”

               “Yes, you are. Tony is dead. He’s dead. I know he isn’t here right now.”

               “Kid—just go to Happy and wait for me. He’ll explain everything.”

               “I’m not letting you win!”

               “Just listen to me for once in your life, Peter. I swear it will all make sense later—”

               “Why should I believe you?” Peter asked, voice weak. He didn’t want Beck to know how much he was affecting him, but he couldn’t keep the desperation and hope out of his words. His heart ached with the idea of this all being real.

               “Because I know that your favourite song is Pompeii by Bastille because you love the vocals and that May hates it because of how much you play it in the car. I know that you say you love Star Wars because it’s Ned’s favourite, but you really prefer Star Trek. I know that you used to hide your Spider-Man onesie in the ceiling so May wouldn’t find it—”

               “Okay, okay!” Peter said, tears flowing hot and heavy under the mask. “I believe you.”

               “Go to Happy, he’ll explain everything, and I’ll be there soon.”

               Peter nodded even though Tony couldn’t see him and took off in the direction Karen told him to go. She must have gotten the directions from FRIDAY. After a few blocks of swinging through the deserted London streets he found Happy, along with MJ, Ned, Betty, and Flash. Betty and Flash looked confused at Peter’s arrival, but he couldn’t have cared less.

               Peter ripped the mask off as soon as his feet touched the ground. Not long after he was on all fours and breathing heavily. What the hell? What the actual hell? Tony was alive?

               Happy came rushing over and lifted Peter into a sitting position. He was well trained in the art of Peter’s panic attacks, having become accustomed to them over the past year. He assured Peter that he was alright and everything was going to be fine, while rubbing reassuring circles on his back. Ned was soon at his side as well, though MJ hung back awkwardly with Flash and Betty.

               Several minutes later after Peter had (relatively) calmed down and drank some water, he asked Happy to kindly explain what the fuck was going on. Happy took a deep breath and shot a nervous glance to the rest of the teenagers.

“Cat’s already out of the bag, Happy. Just tell me,” He said tiredly. With no more adrenaline coursing through his veins a nap sounded like a very pleasant idea.

Happy explained the situation slowly, as one might do to a young child. Peter, who usually hated being talked down to, found that he didn’t mind. One could even say he appreciated the simple words even though they did not fit the situation. Tony had actually died on the battlefield, that much was true, but everything else Peter knew was a lie. From there the remains of SHIELD had taken his body back to one of their top-secret facilities (hence the lakeside funeral) and executed something called Project Tahiti. Project Tahiti was a top-secret program developed to bring back an Avenger or other important SHIELD member.

“So, what you’re telling me is that Tony died and then was brought back to life?” Peter asked. Happy nodded his head with a sigh. “Who else knows?”

“Pepper and Morgan, the remaining Avengers, Rhodey, and myself.”

“And he never told me?” Peter felt a sharp pain in his chest, almost like he’d been stabbed. Was I not important enough to tell? Did Happy even mean what he said on the plane?”

Peter was pulled from his stupor by the loud clank of the Iron Man suit landing behind them. He stood up quick enough to send his head spinning, but that didn’t matter. He barely waited for Tony to step out of the suit before the words came.

“How could you not tell me?” He shouted. Betrayal stung deep in his bones, more painful than any injury he had acquired in the past week. Tony’s eyes held emotions Peter couldn’t even begin to process at that moment, but Peter barreled forwards. “I mourned you! I cried for you!”

“Peter, listen—”

“I went to your funeral! I saw you die! I heard your heart stop beating!” Peter’s breathing was erratic, breaths coming in short bursts between his words. It had been a year since that god-awful day on that god-forsaken battlefield.

“Someone was supposed to tell you—”

“What do you mean?”

               “There was a list. I gave Fury a list of people that he was supposed to tell. I’m so sorry, I didn’t know that he didn’t tell you.” Tony looked sincere, but Peter didn’t want to hear another word. He picked his mask up from the ground and pulled it on roughly before swinging away.

               The comfort he had so wished for the past year stood three feet away from him and here he was, running away.

                 Rain fell softly that day, sending ripples throughout the lake and filling the air with the sweet smell of wet earth as the universe wept for the loss of her best defender. Peter watched the summer birds flying wide circles above him and wondered if they knew the true weight of this day.

               If Peter listened hard enough, he could hear the distant calls of bullfrogs from across the lake and quiet rustling of the leaves. It was worse, somehow, to know the world went on when your own was standing still.

               Peter glanced towards the tree line as Pepper lowered the wreath into the water, unable to watch the final piece of his mentor drift away from him to a place he couldn’t reach. He caught the orange flash of a robin’s wing as he gathered sticks for a nest and the light whistle, he gave whilst working. Another robin, this one sitting on the porch railing, whistled back.

               Will they remember him in a hundred years? In a thousand? And do the habitants of other planets know the true cost of their loved ones lost and found? Will they care, in the end, of the price of being able to hold them again?

               Peter stood still even as the crowd dispersed, lost in thoughts of another kind. He wondered what the world had thought. He wondered if Mother Nature had minded their absence. Maybe not, he supposed, maybe she didn’t even know.

                 Tomorrow morning the trees would rustle in the wind and flowers would grow, forgetful of today’s sorrow. Tomorrow morning the birds would sing their beautiful song, none the wiser of their loss. Tomorrow morning the sun would rise on a universe unaware of Tony Stark’s sacrifice, unaware of the true price of their salvation.

                                 The plane ride home could not have been more awkward if Peter had tried to make it that way. He sat in a row with MJ and Ned, all of them reeling from the recent revelation. Flash kept shooting the trio odd glances and Peter was worried he might stand up any second and announce Peter’s secret identity to all the passengers.

               “I shouldn’t have been so stupid earlier,” Peter sighed, rubbing a hand over his tired eyes. “Now Flash is going to tell everyone and make my life a hundred—no, five hundred—times harder.” His only escape was Spider-Man and soon he wouldn’t even get to have that.

               “No, he won’t,” MJ said firmly. “He wouldn’t even dare.”

               “And why is that? It’s not like I can blackmail him into keeping it a secret.”

               “Mr. Stark can.” Ned chimed in. Peter knew Ned was only trying to reassure him, but the name sent Peter over the edge of the precipice he had barely been holding onto in the first place.

               “Don’t say his fucking name, okay? I don’t need his help.” Peter stood abruptly and pushed his way to the aisle. He nearly tripped on Ned’s feet but managed to make it to the bathroom and slam the door shut before anger gripped him like a vise. He slid down the wall until he was sitting on the cold tile of the tiny airplane bathroom. There wasn’t enough room to stretch his legs, so he pulled his knees up to his chest and leaned his head against the wall. Peter took several deep breaths to calm himself down.

               His anger faded slowly until it became nothing more than a dull ache. Peter checked his watch (the one Tony had given him two—seven?—years ago) and saw that he had been in the bathroom for nearly twenty minutes. He knew he had to go back to his seat soon, for the descent at the very least, but that was the last thing he wanted to do. He didn’t want to see Flash’s stupid glances or listen to Ned’s empty reassurances.

               When he finally did go back to his seat, though, he was met with neither of these things. Flash appeared to be engrossed in some movie and Ned was playing on his computer. Peter sent a silent thank you to the universe. He would apologize to them later, of course, but he took the opportunity to try and rest. He would need it later when he finally tried to sort out his thoughts.

               The plane finally landed around one am. May was waiting for Peter at the gate with a sad smile. Peter assumed she would know by now what had happened between the news (who hadn’t stopped reporting on it since that morning) and Happy (who Peter was sure called her as soon as he was gone). May greeted him with a comforting hug.      

               “Ready to get your luggage?” She asked eventually, pulling away. Peter shook his head.

               “Don’t have any. It got blown up, remember?”

               “Oh, right,” May nodded. Peter, oddly, wanted to laugh. The whole situation just seemed so stupidly funny to him all of a sudden. Blown up luggage should be the least of his worries. He almost died this week. His friends almost died this week. His whole life got turned upside down (again) this week.

               “What are you laughing about, Peter?” May asked, confused. Peter just stood there laughing and drawing the attention of strangers.

               “My life is such a fucking joke, May. My whole goddamn life is a joke,” Peter said. May sighed and started leading him to the car. She couldn’t say she disagreed. Getting bit by a radioactive spider, meeting your childhood hero, fighting aliens, finding out your mentor wasn’t actually dead, and almost destroying Europe sounded like something straight out of a comic book.

               “How about we go home, okay? You can sleep, have breakfast, and then we’ll talk about all of this. Everything will be fine.”

               Peter just kept laughing.

                 Later that morning Peter heard May calling Happy. He tried to tune out most of their conversation, unwilling to listen to lovey-dovey comments coming from his aunt. Super hearing turned out to be more of a curse than a blessing when it came to living in an apartment. Especially when your neighbors were two young newlyweds. Peter hoped he never ran into them in the hallway, or god forbid, the elevator.

               Twenty minutes after the call ended Happy was knocking at the front door and Peter knew he would have to get out of bed. Instead of waiting for May to come get him, he pulled the covers off and grabbed a hoodie before heading to the kitchen. May liked the apartment colder than he did, but Peter wasn’t going to complain. At this point it was a miracle they even had an apartment to keep cold.

               Peter could feel the pair of them staring at him the second he stepped out of the hallway. He pretended not to notice as he grabbed a bowl from the cabinet and a box of Lucky Charms from the top of the fridge. The tension in the room was palpable. Peter ignored May and Happy for another five minutes while he ate, wishing he could ignore the situation all together. How, exactly, did one deal with their dead mentor/father-figure coming back to life? Was that the sort of thing you could go to counseling for?

               “So, Peter, about yesterday,” Happy started awkwardly, glancing towards May. She nodded and he kept going. “You did an amazing job handling Mysterio. There are a few things we need to discuss.”

               That’s an understatement.

               “Why didn’t anyone tell me?” Peter asked calmly, the very opposite of the emotions swirling in his mind. He knew that being hysterical wasn’t going to get him anywhere. “Tony said there was a list.”

               Happy nodded. “He gave Fury a list as soon as he woke up of people who were supposed to be told.”

               “So why did no one tell me?”

               “Because we didn’t think you could handle it.” Happy answered truthfully. After everything else that had happened, he hadn’t had it in him to lie to the poor kid.

               “What do you mean?”

               “The remaining Avengers, Fury, me and Ma—”

               “They didn’t think that you would be able to act like Tony was gone if you knew that he wasn’t.” May said quickly, shooting Happy a pointed glance. Peter didn’t miss May’s quick intervention. Were they hiding something else from him, too?

               Oh. Oh.

               “May,” Anger quickly took over despite Peter’s efforts to keep it hidden. The spoon he had been holding was like putty in his hands. “Did you know?”

               “Sweetie—”

               “Did you know?”

               “—it’s complicated—”

               “I don’t care!” Peter yelled. “Did you know?”

               “Yes, but you have to understand something, Peter. We didn’t—”

               “—think I could handle it, yeah I got that part. That’s low, May, really fucking low. All those times you woke me up from nightmares and caught me crying and you never told me.”

               Peter’s chair flung backwards when he shot up and went to his bedroom. He needed to be somewhere else before he did something he regretted. He pulled his backpack out of the closet and roughly filled it with clothes and his phone before pulling on his (severely damaged) suit. He didn’t bother shouting a goodbye before exiting through the window. They would realize he was gone soon enough on their own.

               Tony watched the tv half-heartedly. Every channel was stuck on one thing: him. He watched looped video after looped video of himself blowing up Mysterio’s drones. He had to admit, he did look pretty cool doing it, but that didn’t make up for the hundreds of calls from Nick Fury blowing up his phone. The man clearly didn’t know how to take a hint. Sometime in between the twentieth and twenty-fifth call, a plan hatched in Tony’s mind. On the twenty-seventh call he answered.

               “Nick Fury, you son of a goddamn bitch.” Tony said coldly. Pepper glared at him from the kitchen where her and Morgan were making lunch. Tony shrugged his shoulders. “You didn’t fucking tell him?”

               “Tell who what?”

               “Don’t play coy with me, asshole. You didn’t tell Peter I’m alive.”

               “We didn’t think he could pull it off.”

               “You have no fucking clue what he can pull off and thanks to you my kid ran away from me in London and refuses to talk to me.”

               “Stark, we have more pressing issues—”

               “The fuck we do.” Tony said finally, hanging up the call and tossing his phone to the other side of the couch. Pepper rolled her eyes.

               “This is why our daughter says things like ‘shit’.” She said. Morgan giggled innocently. Tony laughed despite the overwhelming stress he felt. Peter clearly wanted space, and as much as it would hurt, Tony knew he had to give it to him. Nobody could push Peter into doing something he didn’t want to. Peter would come to him when he was ready, and when he did, Tony would welcome him with open arms.

                               Peter had been on a normal patrol—as if anything could be considered normal anymore—when it happened. He had stopped in Times Square when he saw Quentin Beck’s face light up every screen, dumbstruck. Wasn’t he dead? Or in some high security prison somewhere at least? Peter perched on the nearest lamppost to watch the video.

               The film was shaky and loud, explosions and sirens filling the background. Beck was wearing his illusion suit, helmet cracked, and fabric torn. If Peter listened close enough, he could make out the faint blast of Tony’s repulsor in the background as he joined the battle. Anger filled Peter’s mind at the memory. A month later and he still couldn’t believe they hadn’t told him. Especially May. How could she keep that a secret as she comforted him about nightmares of Tony’s death? Through the panic attacks that often accompanied the reminder that he was gone?

               “I wish there was something I could do, honey,” She’d say, carding her fingers through Peter’s messy curls. You could have told me, Peter thought. You could have told me he was alive instead of letting me think that my curse had finally caught up to him.

               Peter’s anger only grew when Beck began speaking, looking around anxiously.

               “I don’t have much time left.” He said hurriedly. As much as Peter wanted to leave, he was curious as to what Beck was going to say. When he did finally call Nick Fury for a debrief, nothing was mentioned about a video.

“Tony Stark isn’t dead and—” Beck was cut off by a particularly loud blast that rocked the bridge he was hiding out in. “I know Spider-Man’s identity.”

Peter’s heart started to race as the New York passerby glanced at him. The very last thing he needed right now was another shit show. Of course, that’s when Beck announced his name, accompanied with a school photo from sophomore year. He looked slightly younger, but not different enough to not be recognizable now.

Peter felt everyone’s attention shift to him. He glanced around, mind going a million miles a minute. What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck. Peter shot a web to the nearest building and took off. It didn’t matter what direction. He couldn’t go back to Ned’s now. People would follow him there. He would be putting Ned and his family in danger.

And what about school in the fall? What about ever being able to leave the house again? There was only two people he could think to call, and he didn’t want to speak to either of them. Of course, he could try to call Nick Fury, but what would he do? He would probably use this as another chance to get Peter to work with SHIELD, which Peter didn’t want.

               Five minutes later Karen announced that Peter had a phone call from Ned. He almost didn’t answer, but thought better of it at the last second.

               “Where are you?” Ned asked worriedly. Peter tried to look for a landmark, but this area didn’t look familiar to him. Maybe his brain was just too muddled right now to figure out where he was.

               “I don’t know. Somewhere.”

               “As opposed to nowhere?”

               “Star-Lord told me about a place like that once, but I think its spelled with a K.”

               “Okay, we can talk about how incredibly awesome that is later. Right now we have bigger things to worry about.”

               “That’s the understatement of the year.”

               “Yeah, it is. But you need to get back here, dude. Mom is worried about you, and so am I.”

               “I can’t go back there, Ned. I don’t want to put you guys in danger. What if someone follows me?”

               “Well first off, you’re a superhero, so I’m not too worried. But if that doesn’t work out my dad keeps a gun somewhere. I’m pretty sure, at least. I guess I don’t know because I’ve never seen it, but he says he does and why would he lie about that—”

               “Okay, I get it. But if something happens—”

               “Then we’ll deal with it. Just come back, okay? Then we can sit down and actually talk about this.”

               “Okay,” Peter sighed. “I’m on my way back.”

               Karen hung up the phone and plotted a course home for Peter. She was worried he might get lost otherwise.

               “Should I contact Tony Stark?” She asked. Peter had told her not to bring him up last month (“Spider-Man is the only escape I have from all this anymore, Karen, don’t bring him up), but he had never actually programmed her not to do it.

               Peter debated her question. Tony would know what to do about this, for sure, but Peter wasn’t ready to see him.

               “No.” He said finally. He reached Ned’s bedroom window two minutes later, opening it and slipping in quickly. He found his best friend and his family sitting at the dining room table.

               Boy, he was in for a rough night. A very rough night.

                 A very rough night turned into a very rough week. Peter stayed in the apartment until he couldn’t stand it anymore (which with his ADHD and overactive spider energy, was only two days). On the third day he found an old baseball hat in Ned’s closet and borrowed his dad’s sunglasses, hoping to avoid any kind of unwanted attention. But it turns out that the more you don’t want attention, the more you seem to attract it.

               Five minutes after leaving the apartment building Peter dropped his phone facedown on the concrete (normally that wouldn’t happen, but his spider-sense had been going batshit crazy since what will be henceforth referred to as The Incident). He sighed at his luck and bent down to pick it up, the over-large sunglasses slipping right off. Peter scrambled to pick them up, but the damage was already done. Somebody had seen him.

               “Peter Parker?” The man who spotted him said. Peter tried to shake his head no and stammered out a response.

               “No, no—”

               “Hey! It’s Spider-Man!” Another person shouted. All eyes were turned to Peter as he tried to make excuses, tried to convince them that he wasn’t who they thought he was. In the end, he ended up running back to the apartment as fast as he could while people took pictures and tried to ask questions. If just walking down the street was a nightmare, he didn’t want to know what kind of hell school in the fall would be.

               Peter suspected that Flash would be even worse than before, if that was possible. Now that he knew the kid he had bullied for years was Spider-Man he would try to be friends with him. Everyone at school was probably going to try and be friends with him, save for the ones who thought enhanced individuals were a disease and not to be interacted with.

               Maybe it was incredibly twisted, but it was sort of comforting that not everybody would want to talk to him. Peter was already used to people hating him (although he could never figure out why, because he never bothered anyone), so a few more wouldn’t matter.

               Somehow Peter found himself back not at Ned’s apartment, but May’s. He stared at the seven story building wistfully, every muscle in his tired body aching to step through the front door. May couldn’t solve all this, try as she might, but she knew how to comfort Peter. She would make hot chocolate with exactly four marshmallows, no more, no less, and put on some old movie they’d seen a million times while they talked.              

               No matter how much Peter’s feet wanted to carry him up the stairs and into the apartment, he couldn’t make them. Instead they took him back down the familiar path to Ned’s apartment, each footstep a pang in his heart. It had been over a month since he’d seen or spoken to her last. Would she even want to see him after the stunt he pulled?

               Deep down Peter knew the answer was yes, but he wasn’t quite ready to face her yet. He could still barely process the fact that his dad mentor wasn’t truly dead and that everyone had thought him incapable of handling the truth and keeping the secret. It took time to face things like that when someone didn’t have to worry about much else, let alone dealing with an identity reveal and Peter’s whole life being turned upside down (again).

               Maybe tomorrow, Peter thought, I’ll be ready.

                 After his last shit show of an outing, Peter decided to stay in indefinitely. He drove Ned’s family crazy by constantly doing pushups at every turn and using the doorways to practice his pull-ups. None of them mentioned his crazy behavior for worry of sending Peter into an even more mentally precarious state. Ned walked in on him watching a nature documentary about spiders once at three in the morning and when one of the spiders got eaten by a bird, he started crying. Not normal, sniffle crying, but full on sobs.

               “How could you?” Peter said to the bird, unaware of Ned’s position in the doorway behind him. Ned wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry or just disappear like nothing had happened. In the end he had gone with the third option, but his escape was cut short when Peter turned around to search for a box of tissues. Peter stared at him owlishly for a moment before fresh tears began to fall.

               “How could the—the bird do that, Ned?” He’d asked. Ned sighed. He’d done some weird shit to help Peter out before, but this was a whole new level.

               “It was just the spider’s time, Peter. That’s nature. The circle of life.” Ned had answered. This was not the correct answer, however, and made Peter cry harder.

               “But David had so much to live for.”

               “David?”

               “The spider, Ned! His name was David and he had a family! Mr. Nature Guy said it himself!”

               “Peter, I think its time for you to go to bed.”

               “I’m not tired.” Peter protested, barely holding back a yawn. Somehow Ned managed to wrestle him into bed and Peter fell asleep before his head hit the pillow. Ned hadn’t mentioned that incident to his parents, but they were probably woken up by Peter’s not-so-silent breakdown.

               In short, Peter was a mess. Ned understood why Peter didn’t want to talk to his family, but he could tell it was really wearing on him. Four days after what will be referred to as the David Incident, Ned tried to discuss the situation with him. It was late, probably sometime after eleven, and Ned’s parents had already gone to sleep. The only reason the pair were awake was because they were finishing up a movie.

               “It’s been over a month.” Ned started casually. He glanced sideways at his best friend to see his reaction, but Peter’s expression remained neutral. “Since the thing with Mr. Stark.”

               Mr. Stark had told Ned multiple times to call him Tony, but it felt weird to call his childhood hero by his first name. Peter had had the same issue at first.

               “I think you should talk to him.” Ned continued.

               “Why? He hasn’t tried to talk to me.”

               “He knows you wouldn’t pick up the phone. Everyone knows how stubborn you are. ”

               “I’m not being stubborn—”

               “He calls me. And my parents. May does too, to make sure that you’re okay and stuff. They’re worried about you. They were only trying to give you space because that’s what you wanted.”

               Peter’s mouth hung open, whatever argument he had prepared gone.

               “It was a really shit thing to do, alright, not telling you that Mr. Stark was still alive. But now that you know he is alive, why are you wasting time by avoiding him? I don’t know about you, but if I thought my dad was dead and then it turned out he wasn’t, I would talk to him. Mr. Stark didn’t know that nobody told you because he was stuck in some shield facility somewhere. You can be mad at May and Happy and Pepper all you want, I totally would be too, but Mr. Stark wasn’t trying to hide anything from you. He might be Iron Man, but sometimes even he can’t control who’s pulling the strings.”

               “Ned,” Peter said, eyebrows drawn together in thought. “I have to go.”

               New York City was never quiet, but it seemed to be as Peter walked through the residential streets of Queens. His thoughts were much louder than anything else around him at the moment. He’d had no idea that May and Tony called to check on him. He was still mad at May, Happy, and Pepper, but those bridges would be slow to repair. He loved them still, of course, but it was hard to think of them without being angry. They didn’t trust him. They hadn’t believed in him. And it hurt.

               But, hopefully, he could fix the mess he’d made with Tony. At the very least he could try.

                 Tony was asleep when his phone rang. Pepper shifted beside him and mumbled something that Tony couldn’t quite catch, though he suspected it was something along the lines of, “What is it?”. Tony didn’t answer, fumbling around for his phone on the nightstand. The screen practically blinded him before FRIDAY adjusted the brightness. When he could see again the name Peter Parker flashed across the screen.

               “It’s Peter,” Tony said, suddenly wide awake. It had been a month and a half since the pair had spoken. Peter had wanted space and Tony wasn’t going to begrudge him that, no matter how much it hurt. Yelling at Nick Fury had made him feel better, but only temporarily.  

               “What?” Pepper asked.

               “It’s Peter,” Tony repeated. The excitement at the call quickly turned to dread as he realized the time. Was Peter in trouble? Before his mind could fall further down the rabbit hole, Tony pressed the answer button.

               “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Tony asked anxiously, sitting up. A thousand possibilities, each more terrible than the last, played out in his mind in the moments it took Peter to answer.

               “Yeah I’m—I’m fine.” Peter answered. Tony released the breath he hadn’t noticed he was holding. Thank god. “I was just wondering if, um, if I could come over?”

               “Yes, yes. Of course, Peter, you can always come over. Do you need me to pick you up?”

               “Yeah. I’m a few blocks away from Ned’s apartment in Queens—” Peter was cut off by someone shouting in the background. The only words Tony heard were “look”, “Spider-man”, and “over”.

               “Is everything okay over there, Peter?”

               “Come on guys, we can work this out. There’s no need for anyone to get shot tonight—”

               “Peter?”

               Tony heard three things: a gunshot, a scream, and the sound of someone hitting concrete. He immediately jumped out of bed and ran downstairs. Barely a minute later Tony was suited up and flying towards New York City. FRIDAY located Peter using his phone.

               “Hang in there, kid. I’m on my  way and then Dr. Cho will get you all fixed up, okay? Just hang in there. Can you do that for me?”

               Some by miracle Peter answered. “They got away.”

               “I’m not worried about that right now, Peter. I’m worried about you. You gotta sit tight for a few minutes until I get there, okay?”

               “Okay.”

               In Tony’s opinion it took far too long to find Peter. He landed the suit on some quiet residential street in Queens and ordered FRIDAY to scan vitals as he stepped out of the suit. Peter was curled up on the ground and shivering. He quickly rolled the kid onto his back to examine the bullet wound, eliciting a moan from Peter.

               “I know it hurts, buddy, I’m sorry, but I have to see it. Soon we’ll be back at the compound and we can give you the Captain America drugs. Then it won’t hurt at all.”

               Blood had soaked through Peter’s t-shirt and the light jacket he was wearing, turning the blue t-shirt a deep purple. It was everywhere. On Peter’s shirt, on the sidewalk, on Tony’s hands. God. There was so much of it that Tony couldn’t even figure out where the wound was. He would have to hope that Cho could locate it as soon as they got to the compound, or at least before Peter’s super healing kicked in.

               Tony hated to leave Peter’s side for even  a second, but he had to put the suit back on before he could carry Peter to the compound. Peter was light in his arms, head lolling as Tony picked him up. Tony prayed to every god he’d ever heard of that Peter would make it to the compound. How cruel it would be of fate to split them apart now after all they’d fought through.

                 Tony didn’t think he would ever forget the image of his kid on the operating table at three in the morning. Somehow there was even more blood than before, and yet Dr. Cho and her colleagues were as collected as ever. Tony knew that Cho was worried even if she didn’t show it. In the couple years before the Snap she had gotten to know Peter quite well while they worked on discovering the limits of his powers.

               Three and a half hours later, Peter was out of surgery. Dr. Cho decided to keep him in an observation room instead of taking him back to his bedroom at the compound just in case there were any complications. She didn’t expect any, but she decided to err on the side of caution.

               “He’s stable now, but I don’t want to take any chances. If you need anything or if something seems off, tell FRIDAY and she’ll let me know.” Dr. Cho said after briefly explaining Peter’s situation. “He must be extremely lucky. The bullet barely missed his spine. If he’d been shot half an inch to the left, he would have been paralyzed.”

               “Thank you.” Tony replied.

               “Of course,” Dr. Cho smiled. “We’re going to keep him asleep for awhile to let his super healing do its job. You should probably try to rest.”

               “You know I can’t.” Tony sighed. If something bad happened while he was asleep, he would never forgive himself.

               “I know.”

               Moonlight was streaming through the windows when Peter opened his eyes. Everything seemed fuzzy around the edges, as though it wasn’t quite real. Through the muddled fog of his mind he recognized the med bay. What was he there for? The last thing he remembered was watching a movie with Ned in the living room.

               Tony was sitting quietly in a chair next to the bed, phone in hand. But that wasn’t right. It couldn’t be. He was . . . dead. Oh, Peter thought, I must be dreaming. These sorts of dreams had happened to Peter before. Sometimes is was Tony, sometimes it was Ben.

               He hated them. He always woke up in the morning with a fresh wave of sadness, pillow wet with tears. It was like starting the seven stages of grief all over again.

               A few moments later, maybe sensing Peter’s staring, Tony looked up at him. “Hey sleepy head, how was your nap? You were out the whole day.”

               “It was fine.” Peter answered. He hated the excitement he felt at talking to Tony again, even if it was all in his mind. “I’m still tired though.”    

               “Go back to bed, then, kiddo. It’s almost midnight anyway.”

               “I don’t want to.” Peter said. “If I go back to sleep then I’ll wake up in real life and you won’t be there.”

               “What makes you think I won’t be there?” Tony was confused. It must have been the drugs. Cho did say that he would probably be dazed when he woke up.

               “Because you’re dead. You’ve been gone for over a year.”

               “I’m not dead. Underoos, I’m right here. Don’t you remember?”

               “I remember the first time you called me that,” Peter said idly, changing the topic. “I was so excited to go to Germany even though I was nervous. You were the first person that really believed in Spider-Man and I wanted to make you proud.”

               “I am proud of you.”

               “And the new suit was super cool. It probably would have been embarrassing if I’d shown up to the airport in the old one. Can you imagine if I’d actually met the Avengers dressed like that?” Peter wrinkled his nose at the thought. He was incredibly glad that hadn’t happened, although it probably didn’t make a difference anyway. There were hundreds of videos of him in that suit on YouTube.

               “Yeah, it might have been a little rough, but I’m sure everyone would have loved you anyway.”

               “Really?”

               “Of course. We all start somewhere, right?”

               “Yeah,” Peter said, pausing to stifle a yawn. Tony smiled at the memory of fourteen-year old Peter Parker walking in the door with headphones in. He was smaller back then, more innocent. How Tony wished he could go back in time and prevent Peter from ever being involved in any of this. Deep down, though, he knew that he couldn’t. Peter would have never stopped being Spider-Man. The least that Tony could do was protect him while he did it.

               “Get some more rest, kiddo. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

               “No, you won’t,” Peter sighed. The tears didn’t have a chance to fall before he was asleep again. Tony hated to see Peter upset, but the only way to fix this was for him to sleep off the rest of the drugs. Until then, Tony would be waiting in the worlds most uncomfortable chair at his bedside.  

               Next time Peter woke up the August sun was shining cheerfully through the med bay window. The chair next to his bed was empty and there was no sign of anyone else having been in the room except for Peter. Because Tony was gone. Because he was never really there in the first place.

               “Oh, you’re awake.” Tony said, surprised. He had left to get a quick snack before Peter woke up. “I hadn’t expected you to be up yet, but if you’re hungry I can—hey, hey,  what’s wrong?”

               Peter looked up at the sound of Tony’s voice, crying. “What?”

               “Do you need more pain killers? Cho said they shouldn’t have worn off but I guess you never know with your special metabolism.”

               “Tony?” Peter’s voice was impossibly quiet, as if he was afraid that if he spoke any louder the world would shatter around him.

               “. . . Yes?” Was the anesthesia still messing with Peter’s head? Peter was quiet for a minute as Tony set his coffee down on the night table and sit at the foot of the bed. He was careful not to jostle Peter too much for fear of hurting him.

               “I’m so sorry.” He said finally, bringing a fresh wave of tears to the surface. He hated crying—he had been doing it so much lately—but he didn’t care this time.

               “Me too, kiddo, me too. I love you.”

               “I love you too.”

               Peter’s life was still upside down, and would be for a while, but he was relieved. He loved Ned and his family, he truly did, but they didn’t understand. They never could. But Tony could. He understood being a superhero, he understood being famous as a teenager, and he understood the trauma that came along with both. He could help him through it.

               Maybe, just maybe, everything would turn out okay.

@irondad-fic-exchange

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Puzzle rail rush Hack, Cheats - Android and iOS

Puzzle rail rush Hack, Cheats - Android and iOS

  Puzzle rail rush Hack is a new generation of web based game hack, with it’s unlimited you will have premium game resources in no time, try it and get a change to become one of the best Puzzle rail rush players.   Puzzle rail rush – connect different parts of a rails to make …

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Puzzle rail rush Hack, Cheats - Android and iOS

Puzzle rail rush Hack, Cheats - Android and iOS

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June’s Journey Tips, Cheats and Strategies

Do you like hidden object games almost as we do? There is something beautiful and comforting about going through an intricate piece of artwork and finding the various methods visual cues are able to tease the mind of yours. It does not hurt when there is a story going together with it, no matter exactly how deeply the mystery dive might be. June's Journey wouldn't stick out from the package of the genre of its, but its stylish, British countryside/manor dream makes for an entertaining adventure. Simply do not allow it to stress you out!

If the muddled manor areas and garden scenes are tying the ideas of yours in knots, we've a little June's Journey suggestions, strategies and cheats to assist you notice the strategies of every crime scene.

Hiding in Plain Sight June's Journey may begin you off quickly enough with obvious set pieces, but rapidly ramps up the trouble, oddly, by making issues even more obvious. You will be very busy searching for complex details, you will not observe the item you need staring you right in the face. An excellent first example of this's when you're tasked to check out a picture. A lot of the objects you are searching for are concealed in the frame on the picture in colors that are brilliant. Though you will not see them, since you will be way too busy scrutinizing the design on the stair railing!

Objects will frequently appear in locations that are seemingly apparent, but that you quickly overlook. An earlier game example of this's how items will show up nearby of a picture as being a border, or maybe even on the "surface" on the picture. June's Journey is masterful at actively playing graphic tricks this way, therefore in case you are having trouble finding things, attempt to refocus and check out the real picture rather than digging into corners.

Look at the Decor Sometimes, you've to nitpick details. Usually, in case you see an item listed that does not appear to fit with the present scene, chances are it is in the decor someplace. It may be a door knocker, or maybe a sculpture, or maybe a portion of furniture meant to look as a particular item (such as a lamp which is like a sea shell). The locations in June's Journey are filled with weird intricacies, several of that do not actually seem sensible. If you notice a thing elaborate that does not appear in the item list in a single round, make a note serotonin for the coming. Chances are, you will see it once again.

Repeat, Rinse, and lather Noting weird objects for afterwards is a very helpful strategy, since you will perform levels multiple times moving toward those additional clues and increased scores. A number of clues are going to repeat, therefore you will wish to be sure you recall all of the hidden objects you have found already. But far more products will likely appear with each brand new star of ranking you get, further crowding the kitchen and filling it with even more distractions. Your very first couple of attempts at an area are crucial to understanding the format of its, making sure products that are brand new (that will usually stay in the item list) pop out at you once they show up. Were those gloves there before? They were not! They are most likely a new clue.

Take The Time of yours Yeah, certain a murder happened and all, but do not rush the investigation of yours. Hidden Object games are supposed to be calming, and centered on story as well as puzzle solving. You are able to get it at the own pace of yours. When you become frustrated, step out to rest the eyes of yours, and come back later for a fresh appearance. This's also a helpful approach for dealing with the puzzles themselves. Your score is dependent on just how long it requires you to end it, promoting speedy fixes, but because you are able to duplicate the puzzle as often as you prefer (until you exhaust energy), it is definitely not a big problem in case you are taking the time of yours and have a couple of tips. Hints are going to take time to replenish, therefore you cannot rely on them completely unless you do not care about going really, really slowly. Know too that using tips will just hand you among the answers, therefore in case you do not want crops spoiled for you, do not tap that bit of lightbulb!

Additional Tips

Should you love very high scoring, do the dimmed display before you really tap starting to identify the first 3 items. It helps you to convert the brightness of yours up, plus you are assured a streak right at the beginning. Keeping it up is tougher, but is actually easier in case it is a scene you have done previously. When you do not what something is, guess. A number of objects are obscure or even old enough that you might not identify them by name. Tap anything looks unusual or that you are uncertain of, and find out what happens! Having said that, do not tap guess too exuberantly, or maybe the game will secure you out for a few seconds. When it concerns controlling the manor, it is difficult going wrong so long as you check out in occasionally & reap your coin benefits. You will get reward boxes from finishing scenes, but be cautious about opening them instantly. Many of them possess power, so help save them for when you are playing for long stretches of your time and will have to replenish. Do not start them whenever your energy is full, and when you are preparing to have a break.

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Game Genres

Adventure - Go on a mighty Quest for some reason to do a thing

Action - John Wick fights and more in a game

Horror - Spooky Ghosts and Dead Things!

Stealth - Be a sneaky Snake in a game based around Stealth

RPG - Be someone you are not or aspire to be, Don’t pick the human race, thats’s boring.

Bullet Hell - Lots of Projectiles, Very Little health, Small openings to kill a boss

RogueLite - Random as random can be

Sports - Boring unless it’s a made up sport like Blood Bowl

Pixel - Retro comes in lots of colours and it can be pretty

Sandbox - THE WORLD IS YOURS to mess around with

Shooter - Wether it be an on rail shooter, First person or 3rd Person game there are a lot of guns.

Hack and Slash - Too many things to kill on screen and not enough swords.

Puzzle - Use your brain to get to achieve Victory.

Brawler - Use your fists to achieve victory!

Fighter - The classic sofa game where you and a friend settle despots by punching each other into oblivion in a virtual world.

Boss Rush - Big Baddies come one after the other all you have to do is beat them (perfect when coupled with bullet hells)

[stunudo]

That Got Away: A Criminal Minds Fan-fiction Part 13

Inspired by: Katy Perry’s “The One That Got Away”

 Bill Withers’ “Aint No Sunshine”

Featuring: Spencer Reid x Reader   Setting: Season 4   Rating: Mature

A/N: This is seriously hard to wrap up guys. I appreciate you all reading this far. Get those tissues ready! Warnings: Slightly public Smut and this is SUPER long. xoxo Stu

I do not own the lyrics, images or characters from the show.

Part 1   Part 10   Part 11  Part 12

This was the face you woke up to; the dewy-eyed relief of Dr. Spencer Reid. You felt like cotton balls had taken over your brain matter, but you were no longer in pain.

“Hi,” You said, sleepily. “What time is it?” You tried to sit up, but your body was so heavy. Spencer reached down and grabbed your right hand, sliding the remote for the bed’s hydraulic unit into your palm. Once you were nearly vertical, you took in the pathetic hospital room you had been granted.

“It’s nearly 6,” Spencer answered. “In the morning.”

“What a day, huh?” You tried to laugh, but your chest was bandaged. You rubbed your chest as the pain dulled, slightly.

“You have some bruising on your sternum, so that is why your chest is tender.” Spencer started to recite your chart. But you interrupted because that line was too good to leave there.

“But Sir-sir, I thought my chest was already tender.” You hummed at your self-amusement; drugs are nice. He rolled his eyes, sticking his tongue in his cheek at your raunchy pun.

“Yes, mon cher, it most definitely is.” Spencer sat down in the metal framed chair beside your bed. His face was serious now. “We have your aunt and Kurt Hansen, the bellhop, in custody.”

“And Michelle?” You asked, voice slightly hitching in alarm.

“She attacked Morgan and Prentiss had to stop her. I’m sorry, Y/N, but she’s dead.” Spencer rubbed along your forearm.

“Oh, good riddance,” You mumbled. You knew you should feel guilty about her death, but it just wasn’t coming to you. Not after all this.

“She was found with the murder weapon, Y/N,” Spencer continued. “It looks like she was the one who killed your dad. Miriam was probably the mastermind, but Michelle was the one.”

You yawned into your left hand, allowing all the information in. The past few days were a fairy tale in the earliest use of the phrase, dripping with viscous monsters and a speckle of unexpected romance. The surrealism of it was hitting you now. “Spencer, will you stay with me? I know I don’t deserve it, but will you be here when I wake up?”

He nodded, his brown eyes drowning in concern. “Of course, of course.” He bent over the railing on the side of your bed and kissed you goodnight. He sat back into his seat, pulling a tattered book from his satchel. You couldn’t read the title, but he did appear to be using an old scratch off as a bookmark. You smiled as the gentle hum of machines and the drips of their drugs whisked you away.

Hey, I oughtta leave young thing alone But ain't no sunshine when she's gone

Ain't no sunshine when she's gone Only darkness every day

The semester in Greece was a whirlwind. You had never been so possessed by your studies as you were walking the foothills and shoreline paths. The scenery was beyond all of your childhood fantasies. It wasn’t until your third week in Athens that you realized you had missed four phone dates with Spencer. Your stomach pitched as you realized how you would have felt if he had done that to you. How hadn’t you known how long you had been gone? What had you done?

You immediately left the cafe where you and your small group were eating lunch. You found a tourist cart and bought a postcard.  The rushed apology and quick small talk about his holidays were a weak attempt at atonement. It didn’t matter anyway; Spencer had moved and would never receive the letter.

An eager looking blonde woman was standing in the doorway. She held a loud purse in one hand and a laptop in the other. Spencer had dosed off in his spot at your side, his curls a halo. You rubbed at his ear. Then slowly patted his head with your right hand, the weight of it numbing your thigh. He wasn’t getting the hint.

“I’m sorry, but can I help you?” Your voice rasping. “He doesn’t seem to be ready to join us.” You smiled gently.

“Dr. Y/L/N?” She started. “My name is Penelope, I work with Reid in Quantico.”

Her name was registering in your memory from Agent Morgan’s conversation in the conference room. “Penelope...you’re Garcia? The tech wizard?” You verified.

“God, I love you already.” Her infectious smile radiated through the dull room. “Yeah, that’s me. I have something that belongs to you.” She held up the small computer.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t really take it, yet.” You explained, pointing at the sleeping man and all of your assorted bandages.

“No worries, sweetums.” Garcia comforted. She took a seat on the opposite side of your bed than where Spencer was slumped. “So,” whispering now, “I must know, how is Reid with his hands? Because honestly, they’re too pretty to not be useful.”

Your blush rushed over you as you squealed in laughter. You tried to muffle it with your left palm, but once you started laughing you couldn’t stop, shaking the bed and rousing Spencer from dreamland.

“Garcia, when did you get here?” Spencer asked, once he had realized where the commotion was coming from. “And, Y/N/N I would appreciate it if you don’t answer that question while I am in the room, at the very least.” His eyes danced in embarrassed beguilement as he intertwined his hand in yours.

“Awww,” Penelope gushed, holding her heart at the affection passing between you and Spencer. “I need you both anyhow. You see this is the lap top that Madwoman Miriam was trying to hack into. This is why she needed you both. There are sets of puzzles, but they are assigned to the two of you. Now, I know Reid had started answering them already. Y/N, do you want to try now or do this on your own?”

This laptop held information that caused your dad to be murdered. Or Miriam was just assuming it was important and it held nothing worth your power-hungry aunt having her neighbor girl stab your dad to death. It was and it wasn’t. If there was one thing you and Spencer could do together: it was be curious. And the damned laptop mystery was pushing at the cogs inside your head.

You nodded at Spencer’s friend, her excitement obvious. “Oooo, goody. I didn’t want to tamper with evidence if I didn’t have to.” Garcia wheeled the empty meal tray over your lap, setting the computer down in front of both you and Spencer’s thoughtful expressions.

Between the questions Spencer already deciphered and the trivial memories your father challenged you with, the screen was unlocked within fifteen minutes.

A bright banner scrolled horizontally and suddenly your father’s wide face was smiling back at you.

“Y/N, my sweetheart... and Spencer, of course! Thank you so much for working together on my little game. I hope you took the challenge in stride. I found I had fun preparing the questions. Now when I first devised this test, years ago, I was having a mild health scare and wanted to save something of myself for you to have in the future, Y/N. I wished I had recorded more of your mother’s words and wishes. You know she was gone so soon.” His kind eyes began to mist remembering your mom. His voice quavered, but he continued.

“Now Spencer, you are probably wondering why I suckered you into this ordeal. Well, naturally because you could not forget some answers and because you wouldn’t refuse our Y/N, if she indeed needed your insight. But most importantly, it is because I’ve always thought of you as a protegee, as close to a son that I have experienced. I wanted you to have opportunities that your circumstances may have not allowed you.”

You glanced at Spencer’s expression watching your dad’s confession, his lips twitched and his eyes held much weight. You sniffled, holding his hand firmly atop the itchy hospital blanket.

“My darling, Y/N/N, I am sorry to leave you. No matter if I am a senile git or the plump lug I am now. I never wanted to leave you alone in this world, my amazing girl. Take all that I have given you and spread it, my dear. Life is not about holding on, it is about letting go. Even now, I am learning this most difficult lesson.”  Then he paused, composing himself.

“I love you infinitely.” He kissed his two forefingers and touched the camera lens. The monitor went black.

The next day was the funeral on campus. You had been released from the hospital on the condition that you would return before dinner medications were passed. The funeral was set to begin at 1pm, so you had five hours of fresh air to look forward to. You were waiting at the curb outside the ambulance bay.

“Y/N, that veil is a little morbid isn’t it?” Spencer asked, scrutinizing your fashion choice. It was clearly meant to conceal your injuries, but that was lost on someone who saw beyond the physical layer of people.

“Really, Spencer, my veil is morbid?” You had your hands on your hips and your argument face on. “I’m only going to my father’s funeral, after he was murdered by people who later kidnapped and tortured me. My veil is morbid? I think this is just the appropriate level of humility and morbidity, thank you very much.”

Spencer’s eyes were saucers, but the laughter came after the shock. He held out his arm to you. You accepted it, balancing your uncertain weight on to him. You had a limousine from the funeral home pick you up, the hospital was a regular stop for them anyways.

Spencer’s whole team were coming to support him as he said goodbye to your father. You were pleased he was surrounded by a group of people who loved and respected him. You only children to single parents don’t realize how important big families are until you see them in action. Spencer deserved to be happy and it appeared saving people helped him pursue it, in his own way.

The ride to the campus was quiet, so you played with the dials on the radio. Different music filled stations you had once memorized, more commercials than you imagined congested others. Finally an oldies station came through, its yearning lyrics pulling at your grieving heartstrings.

Ain't no sunshine when she's gone And this house just ain't no home Anytime she goes away

And I know, I know, I know, I know...

You began to weep softly, holding Spencer’s strong hand in your lap. The sadness was not getting easier, the waves increased as the day progressed. You had not prepared something to read during the service, how could you? Even if you hadn’t been held hostage, you knew you wouldn’t have been able to string three coherent words together. No, your father knew you loved him. Everyone knew you missed him. And you knew this was just one stop on the journey ahead.

You recognized so many of your dad’s colleagues. There were even some of your friends from New York that had flown out to show their condolences in person. If you could feel anything besides muted agony, you would have been touched. Spencer stood by you the entire day, making small talk for you, greeting old professors and classmates. He was stunning in his duty.

The meal was just a cocktail and hors d'oeuvres hour in one of the lecture halls. The school did a beautiful job decorating for the event. You took in the scene of hundreds of people visiting, remembering and drinking in honor of your father, the quirky mathematics professor. It was amazing what one little life could do.

You sat alone in the limo in peaceful silence. You could feel the painkillers wearing off, but the ache reminded you that you remained. You hadn’t shuffled loose of this mortal coil just yet. Up until now, your life had been a study of people and places past. Always looking back at society through a defined scope of detachment. Suffering and surviving what you had these past few days, made you start to truly think about the future.

The feelings of nervous energy and gentle contentment were still there between you and Sir-sir. The impossibility of it all made you want to savor what little time you had left. Your spring break was half over, but Spencer always seemed to have another “unsub” lurking in the far reaches of the country. This spark might be fleeting, but it wasn’t snuffed just yet.

Spencer had finished checking in with his teammates, his superior Agent Hotchner the last to pat his back in farewell. As he climbed into the car, bending in half to accommodate the low ceiling he called your name. You chuckled gently as his eyes scanned the dim space. You were on the seat opposite him, in his jacket, your awful veil and nothing else.

You knew the bandages on your face and chest were rather off putting, so you tried not to highlight them. You sat quietly, watching the conflict work itself out over his chiseled features. Your breathing was starting to become embarrassing, would the man ever make up his mind?

“Y/N, did you know that popularity of shaving legs is attributed to the model Betty Grable?” Spencer started, his dark eyes gliding across every inch of you. He knelt down upon the floor of the limo and crawled toward you. Your body tensed at his approach, but you couldn’t keep the laughter inside any longer. “Spencer, just get over here already!”

He lunged at you, laughing back. His tremendous hands found your sides and tickled you, just firmly enough to feel it under the layers of bandages. Your lips enveloped his first, greedy, needing all of him. He was so gentle with you and you pushed harder, tugging at his clothing. Right there with Spencer, you were alive. He was keeping you somewhere between falling and flying.

He threw your pompadour beret against the rear window and caressed your neck in his hand. You tugged at his hair, keeping his face to yours. His other hand was pulling your ass on to his lap. He keenly teased your inner thighs from behind. “Please tell me you have that last condom?” You growled into his cheek as you trailed kisses to his jawline.

“What if I didn’t, Y/N?” Spencer whispered, shocking you. “What would you do then?” You glanced into his deep set eyes, the question was a taunt. You accepted that challenge. You kept your eyes pinned on him, his hunger driving yours. Slowly you slid from his lap, trailing your hands over his trim chest. You knelt on the floor in front of him, as if at a prayer rail. Next you slid his belt out of its loops, letting it fall to the floor with a clunk.

You eased him from his pants and boxers, tossing them on to the discard pile. His sex was ready and you began with the tip, sliding your tongue and his early juices down his shaft with relish. He groaned low in his chest as you took him deeply. One of his fists covered his mouth, while the other hand caressed your neck, never pushing or pulling you. You core throbbed knowing how you pleased him, knowing how he would be pleasing you soon. His thighs strained and you increased your suction, swallowing constantly to complete his climax. His body thrashed against you as you downed his seed.

You wriggled gently back on to his lap, purring into his ear. His lazy smile made you smirk coyly back at him. You twirled his hair through your fingers. “That’s what I would do, Spencer.” You whispered conspiratorially.

“I wish I knew you could do that when I was seventeen,” Spencer confided, “I would have deserved that lecture from your dad, had I known.” The mention of your dad wasn’t painful or uncomfortable, it was just a quick sly remark. Spencer’s dark eyes filled with lust again and he started kissing your knuckles, up your arm, across your collarbone, down your bandaged chest. “Now this is a sin to hide these,” Spencer lamented, his thumbs encircling your nipples over the layers of gauze. You moaned, the longing to have him on the sensitive buds was torture.

His sure arms lifted you from his lap and guided you down on the heap of forgotten clothes. As his lips found your navel, the limousine’s engine roared to life. The vibrations from his laughter and the car made you squirm beneath him. The driver began to lower the partition, but Spencer spoke first. “We’ll need a minute, if you don’t mind?”

“Of course, sir, I’ll just put the game on then.” The suppressed sound of a basketball game being announced wafted from the once again sealed barrier. Spencer liked basketball, you remembered.

“Now, where was I?” Spencer whispered into the dip near your pelvis bone. The anticipation was driving you batty. “No, I think I was over here.” His warm breath slid over you as he switched hips. His gentle hands pulling your knees back for him. The dew of your lips clung to your inner thighs, Spencer took his time lapping it up. You moaned his name, not caring if the driver could hear you or not. Finally, his fingers found your center, thrusting with such force you sat up in shock.

He gently nipped your thigh while shushing you. “I’m sorry, Y/N, are you alright?” He begged worriedly. You couldn’t speak, you just nodded, leaning into kiss him. Your flavors mingling on your tongues. You remained upright, riding his fingers as his tongue massaged yours. His thumb rolled over your clit and you saw stars. You squealed into his kiss as he carried you through your orgasm. You fell over, lifeless and reeling.

Spencer was massaging your thighs, which twitched in the aftermath. He smiled at you, you shook your head at him. “Yeah, if I had known you could do that when I was eighteen I would have been locked up.”

“Reid, you sure you’re not going to take a few days?” Morgan asked just outside your hospital room. The handsome man was leaning his meaty shoulder against the door frame. Spencer, also a handsome man, stood with his back to you, his hands casually in his pockets.

“Yeah, we need to get back. Besides I think she’ll be sick of me if I stick around for her entire grieving process.” Spencer admitted. He turned to glance at you, you just shook your head at his self-deprecation.

You had survived another night in the hospital, waiting for the doctors to formally release you. Spencer’s FBI unit was packing it up after an overly involved investigation. You leaned back onto the wide bed, waiting for the barrage of farewells to begin. “Agent Morgan, don’t let him fool you. Sir-sir is just upset that I am not begging him to stay.” You called to the friendly agent.

Derek’s bright grin glistened back to you. “Oooo, it’s like that, huh?” He chuckled, approaching your bedside. “You going to be okay once we jet home? I don’t want this guy’s mind to be distracted.”

You sighed, “I will be right as rain. Are you going to be okay?” You emphasized, stroking the matching gauze on his forearms. Derek leaned down and gave you a gentle hug, you patted his large back in gratitude.

“Oh, this is nothing, Doctor. I am taking Prentiss with me, so my back is covered.” Spencer watched you interact with his close friend from the door frame. It appeared to amuse him, his past and his present bantering. JJ, Penelope and Agent Prentiss had gathered at Spencer’s left. The three amazing and brilliantly unique women gushed as Derek stepped back from your embrace. Penelope worked her away to Derek’s side, unable to keep her hands from some part of him.

“Thanks, Penelope, for everything.” Your face a measure between gratitude and sadness. “Especially for doing my shopping, I honestly thought I had packed more clothes.” She held your hands and leaned in for a cheek to cheek kiss.

“Anytime, Y/N, girl, anytime.” Garcia promised. Derek escorted the tech analyst pack to the hallway with his arm slung around her shoulders. You waved at JJ and Emily at the door. Their expressions were more sober, but you understood why.

“JJ?” You started, clearing your throat. “You kiss that baby for me, alright? Tell him I am sorry that his mama was gone so long.” Spencer made a strained empathy sound in his throat at your guilt laden remark, he walked over to play with the fingers on your left hand.

JJ nodded from the doorway, a sad smile on her mouth. Emily patted her back.

“Agent Prentiss?” You continued. “Emily, I should say, thank you. I imagine it is not an easy thing to take a life, but thank you for doing your job here.” You were firm, trying to use your advisor voice. Thinking back the bandage on your face probably took away from any authority you once mustered.

She nodded at you, “Of course, Doctor, I’m just glad you’re alright.” She turned to leave the doorway. “Reid, we’ll meet you in the parking lot.”

Spencer held his head down, though his eyes weren’t focusing on their intertwining digits. This had been a brutal case for him, losing Dr. Y/L/N, letting himself savor Y/N like he always meant to, losing JJ and Y/N too easily. It was a lot to process even for a mind like his. Y/N reached for his face, tilting his chin in her right palm.

“There are words upon words that I would use to keep you here, but we know that it would be “with sweet, reluctant, amorous delay.” She smiled gently at him. “Sir-sir, thank you for saving me, in every sense of the word.”

Spencer inhaled, his lips pursed and his big eyes melancholy. “It was an honor, mon cher.” He leaned into her hand, as he closed his eyes to the gentle tears. His words were evading him, so he just leaned down to kiss her goodbye. The smell of ointment and her lotion mingled on the air. He took her mangled face ever so softly and kissed her as he memorized every curve of her mouth.

Heading back to the parking lot was a sun washed blur for Spencer, but he had composed himself enough to join the team once more. On the flight home, he finished the book he had been reading, slipping his lucky bookmark back into his wallet for the next adventure.

Epilogue

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Fallen Sun Day 2

NaNoWriMo Day 2 writing below the Keep reading!! Read day 1 first!

Wolf sighed and watched Calsfer march off. There was no stopping him now that he was heated, and she knew that.

Calsfer’s fist knocked heavily on the door, not shy of his labored breathing. He stopped after a few seconds and stared at the door. Shuffling could be heard within. 

“What?” Alala yawned as she opened the door. She didn’t get the chance to open her eyes before the fish was pushed into her face. 

“This!” Calsfer barked.

“What the--” Alala took a step back before she glared at Calsfer. “Oi! It was a prank!”

“It’s disgusting!” Calsfer argued. “I have work to do, Alala. I don’t have time for this!”

“Ya really can’t take a joke, can ya?” Alala asked flatly as she watched Calsfer turn red. "C'mon Cal, can't ya smile for once?"

"You're a jerk, Alala! Why should I?" 

"'Cuz ya've aged ten years since ya got on this ship."

"And all thanks to you."

"Cal, take a break from all this serious matter."

"Take a break? And what? Let the ship sink? Yeah right. I would like to die on land at the very least."

"Geeze Cal, take a breath, would ya? We ain't gonna sink. Ain't no damage was done ta the ship."

"You... You know that was a double negative! What did you do?" 

Alala watched Calsfer as he became unreasonable. She sighed and crossed her arms as she let him stew in his frustration. "We got one of the railings damaged by a gunny. Can't even be fixed until we get ta port an replace it." She was calm in her tone, knowing it was best to appease him rather than push her luck.

"Then, the gods only know what else happened. Leave me alone and let me work!"

Alala friends as she watched Calsfer leave. She sighed one last time and pitched up the fish to take to the kitchens.

"Kale, is this still usable?" Alala asked as she entered the warm room. She set the fish in the counter and looked at the water spirit.

"I... I believe so. How... Where--"

"Nabbed it this morning ta mess with Cal. Might need a good scrub, but can't be that bad."

Kale was rooted to the floor as he processed how boldly Alala walked in. He watched her glance around the area, but she stayed relatively nonthreatening. "Thanks... Would you... You..."

"Nah, this is your favorite fish, ain't it? Makeup somethin' nice for yerself, on me."

Kale blinked at Alala, his pearly eyes wide. "Thank you, ma'am." 

Alala waved to him and happily strode out to the halls again, nearly running into Wolf.

"You really should stop antagonizing Calsfer, " Wolf began kindly. There was no disappointment in her voice, but it was etched into her face. "He is just doing his job."

"I know, but the poor boy is so uptight that he's more rigid than the mast. What's a little fun gonna hurt?"

"Alala, " Wolf's tone shifted. "No."

Alala sighed. "Sorry, Wolfie. I just think that after what, two an' a half years now, he'd lighten up."

"I think you should take everyone's suggestion and talk to him."

"He won't talk ta me! Never has!"

Wolf sighed. "I can't have a crew without discourse, can I?"

"We're pirates, Wolfie; we revel in discourse."

"That's a new word for you, Lala, " said a sleepy but sly voice. Both women looked over to an opening door where Bel stood. His soft green eyes flickered with his magic as he looked between the two. His messy black hair stood in all directions. While taller than Calsfer, he still was short when he stood next to Corrion. 

"What word?" Yawned Les as he too appeared in the doorway. He was much taller than Bel. His blond, nearly white hair was also a mess. Brown eyes met Bel's with a smile. Human though he was, he was not a force to be reckoned with. 

"Revel, " Bel quoted back to the other. "You know, I'll bet she's been reading."

"Lala, reading?" Les covered a chuckle. "Well, if she's been reading, I'll eat my boot."

"Real cute, " Alala smirked at the duo. "And looks like it's boot for breakfast, Les, I have been reading a bit. Figure I'll surprise the crew a bit with some fancy lingo."

Les guffawed at the statement and shook his head. "Whom are you attempting to impress, oh First Mate? What poor individual has captured your soul to invoke such a feat that you must undertake? Do their eyes truly meet yours, or are they merely a fantasy of yours? Do tell, oh maiden of blood, do tell."

"Don't be throwin' all that 'round just 'cuz I've been readin' a book, ya Silver Spoon. I'm bored. It's read or play puzzles, and I ain't got patience for puzzles."

"I see, I see" Les playfully tapped his fingers on his stubbled chin. "No hero of fate has swept you yet off of your feet, so the words of which you learn are for yourself."

"An you've got a lotta say about it. Ya can't just leave a cat to her business, can ya? I ain't tryin to bother you or Bel, there when you two sneak off."

"We aren't stopping you," Bel smirked at Alala, "we just don't think you would be interested."

"I don't wanna know." Alala frowned but couldn't keep the facade as the pair laughed. Her smile cracked over her face, and she chuckled along.

"Why are you all up so early-" Falcon opened his door, a yawn taking over his last word.

"The sun has been up for an hour, Falcon, we all slept in, " Wolf informed him.

Falcon was easily the tallest of the crew, having to dip his head in the hallway to stand. His hair was pale, a greenish tinge to it. His teal eyes were bleary as he tried to take in the faces around him. Freckles covered him so densely that his sun-pink skin was brown. It was near impossible to tell that he and Calsfer were half brothers. 

"Really?" Falcon asked. He tossed his hand back and beckoned at his sheet covered window. A rush of air pulled around those in the hallway, and the cloth was ripped from its hold, bathing the room and open door in bright sunlight. “Well, wouldn’t you know.”

“Good Gods! Warn someone before you go opening windows!” Bel said suddenly, shielding his eyes. Before he could lash out his own hand, wolf grabbed him, stopping him. The magic Beltran had summoned sparked from his fingertips and Alala winced as one of the wooden panels on the wall thrust sharply out of its binding, curving to hit the others. Luckily, it didn’t go far.

“Not in here, Bel,” Wolf said sternly, gently giving the mage his hand hack. “It’s too small of a space.”

Bel puffed a sigh and looked away. “Fine,” he said. “Fine, I’ll be good. But really, Falcon, you need to warn us!”

“Sorry, dude,” Falcon laughed nervously. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“I am sure you will,” Bel muttered under his voice before slipping back into his room.

“He’s just a little cranky this morning,” Les assured. “He didn’t sleep well last night after the raid. I think his surge got to him more than he’s going to admit.”

Wolf nodded gently to Les. “Well, you’re the expert in cheering him up,” she said kindly. “You’ll know what to do better than us.”

“Captain, don’t say that,” Les said, though he flushed. “You’ve known Bel way longer than I have. I know you have some tricks to cheer him up.”

“I may, but you know just as many as I do. Now, be sure to let him know breakfast is in ten minutes, okay? Maybe a good meal will help.”

Les nodded and went back into the room with Bel, shutting the door behind him.

“Don’t tell Cal ‘bout this,” Alala said, staring that the panel. “Fal, you and I are fixin’ this right after chow, got it?”

“Yeah, got it,” Falcon nodded, though looked ashamed.

“It was a rough night for everyone,” Alala assured him. “I’m dreading when Corry wakes up. He’s going to catch something on fire.”

“I didn’t think we did that bad,” Falcon muttered. 

“Nah, we’ve done worse, but I don’t think any of us were expectin’ ta see so many guards out. I wonder what’s goin’ on to warrant it?”

“Don’t know,” Falcon shrugged and looked to Wolf.

“I am sure we’ll learn eventually,” Wolf said. “You two get cleaned up. I’ll see you in the mess room.”

The pair waved to Wolf as she walked off, continuing to discuss what the event was.

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The mess room soon filled with the crew, including Corrion and Collie, who seemed the most upset with the night previous. Bel had calmed down and was happily creating parlor tricks from his fingertips, turning a few cards blue, green, and pink as he spun them, suspended in air. Les laughed, entertaining his tricks and egging him on. Kale had joined Wolf at a table, silently eating the fish Alala had caught. Alala was sitting at Wolf’s other side, observing. Calsfer and Falcon sat across from one another, Calsfer complaining about his morning thus far, while Falcon happily stuffed his face to avoid continuing the conversation. Perdido sat next to Calsfer though, and assured him as best as he could, though his efforts seemed to fall on deaf ears.

“How’s the fish?” Alala asked Kale as she saw him relax in the group.

“Oh! It is good,” Kale said, snapping up to look at her.

“Good,” Alala smiled. “Glad I could help ya out. Hey, any more memories come back yet?”

“Oh, no,” Kale admitted. “Not yet. I am sorry.”

“Sorry? Kale, it ain’t your fault. Ya can’t force ‘em.”

“But I haven’t recalled anything for a year now!”

“Then we’ll keep waitin.”

Kale sank back into himself, looking like he could cry.

“We will get through this, Kale, together,” Wolf assured to him kindly. “Until then, don’t beat yourself up over this.”

[hummerx]

Assassins Creed 3

So my nostalgia for this is kinda ruined now.

What was once my favorite AC game, and the reason I got into the series, is now kinda....not great? The pacing is fuckin terrible, you spend half of the game in a tutorial thats a slog, in addition to bullshit trailing missions now theres bullshit eavesdropping missions which are even worse, and the story while interesting on the surface (the founding fathers dont know what the fuck theyre doing! the native american people got fucked over! Gotta hear both sides!) it seems real rushed because half the game is about fooling you about what Haytham is, and who could possibly care. Connor is annoyingly naive and too stoic though I guess that makes sense in context of who hes supposed to be. The modern day stuff kinda came together though, I sorta understand what the point of it all was. Its really gone off the rails in the, like, 6 games since this, but the stuff with Desmond was pretty ok at the very least in retrospect. RIP Desmond, you saved the world but you destroyed the future of modern day.

Gameplay wise its pretty much the same as the last 3 but now you have a tomahawk and it fuckin rules. Idk why but just fuckin hacking at people is so much better than using a sword. I didnt do a lot of the naval missions just because I know I have 4 coming up in a bit here and theyre a lot better there. The Homestead stuff is good, having a home base that you can grow is a thing I love in basically every game. The economy is terrible, crafting and trading sucks and costs too much money with not enough ways to make it. and the Underground is pointless. Theres not enough climbing and jumping puzzles.

In terms of the remaster, a lot of it looks better (general environments and textures) but a lot of the character models and especially the animals look terrible and plastic.

There were elements of a good game in here, and I wanted it to all sync up but alas. Probably still the best of the last gen games so far though. Fuck I want the tomahawk in every game.

Now onto the Tyranny of King Washington (Counting it as a seperate game i dont care) and then Liberation, which will probably benefit a lot from the remaster treatment.

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