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bratshaws · 1 year ago

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through the hourglass 381. brb x oc

a/n: not me being an idiot and SAYING 40 INSTEAD OF 80 AAA (comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: just some suggestive stuff uwu

goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)

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He did something he hadn’t done in years.

He checked his yearbook. it was tossed somewhere inside their closet - to be honest he hadn’t even shown Bea that it was there. Rooster walked out of the shower and beelined towards the built in shelves, moving boxes out of the way, patting around until he finds it.

It was a thick yearbook, red leather cover. He looks down at it, exhales, then inhales, then repeats it all over again. Dr.Paulson,when Rooster told him about it, said that this should be a restart for him. To finally accept the healing he’s been working on. He got the promotion, now he had to deal with some demons.

He looks around, hearing Beatrice moving downstairs and then sits on the bed, placing the yearbook on his lap…why was he nervous to open it?

Rooster sat on the edge of the bed, the weight of the yearbook heavy in his hands. He traced his fingers over the red leather cover… It had been years since he last looked at the pages within, the memories of his high school days buried deep within his mind.

With a deep breath, he opened the yearbook, the pages yellowed with age. As he flipped through the pages, faces from the past stared back at him, frozen in time. He found himself smiling at some of the familiar faces, memories flooding back to him with each turn of the page.

There were pictures of his classmates, their names scrawled in elegant handwriting beneath their photos. He lingered on each page, reminiscing about the friendships and rivalries that had defined his high school experience.

And there were many rivalries.

But as he turned the pages, Rooster couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness wash over him. He paused on a page featuring a group photo of his baseball team, memories of late-night practices and incredible victories flooding back to him.

He shakes his head, flipping back to the beginning to find his photo. He looked…crazy. But then again this was the 2000’s and everyone looked crazy then. His mustache was already thick and— was his hair a mullet???? He stares at it for a few seconds, he could NOT remember his hair like that, but it was a kind of mullet.

“What the f-” he narrows his eyes, trying to remember it…why did he…oh. That picture day he told his mom he wanted a haircut, since his hair was growing long but…but she wasn’t okay, so he decided to do it himself. It wasn’t bad, it just wasn’t good.

He looked very angry then, even while smiling.

He clicks his tongue against his teeth, looking back at his younger self with the strained smile and low brows. Almost glaring in a way…he was so fucking angry back then, so angry,so stressed so–”

“Hey.”

He immediately snaps the yearbook closed, widening his eyes towards Bea, who gave him a confused look ,”...hey…gorgeous.”

Beatrice crossed the room to join him on the bed, her brow furrowing with concern as she took in Rooster's expression. "Are you okay?" she asked softly, reaching out to place a hand on his shoulder. "You seem...distressed."

Rooster sighed, running a hand through his hair as he struggled to find the right words. "Yeah, I'm okay," he replied, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "I was just...looking at my old yearbook."

“...what?”

“Oh, it’s…nothing.” he tries to put it away, “Just, you know, it’s nothing.”

Bea blinked at him, smiling in surprise, “You never told me you had your yearbook!”

"Yeah, I guess I never did," he admitted, his voice tinged with regret. "It's just been sitting in the closet for years, collecting dust."

Beatrice's expression softened as she reached out to take Rooster's hand in hers. "Well, why don't you show it to me?" she suggested gently. "I'd love to see what you were like in high school."

Rooster hesitated, unsure of how to respond…"I don't know, Bea," he said hesitantly, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's...not exactly a happy trip down memory lane."

Beatrice squeezed Rooster's hand ,rubbing his knuckles with her thumb, her eyes warm. "I understand," she said softly. "But I'm here for you, no matter what. And if looking at your yearbook brings up difficult memories, I'll be right here to support you. If you want to"

She had a way of making him feel seen and understood, even when he struggled to articulate his emotions.

Always did.

With a deep breath, he nodded, his resolve strengthening.

"Okay," he said, his voice filled with determination. "I'll show it to you."

With that, Rooster opened the yearbook once again, flipping through the pages as Beatrice leaned in to look over his shoulder. She blinked, because he opened exactly on his picture, ‘...Roos.” she whispers, “...You never told me you had a mullet in school!’

‘Yeah,I…kinda forgot.”

“You make it look good.” she whispered, “...gosh I’d have such a crush on you if we studied together.”

Rooster chuckled softly at Beatrice's remark, feeling a warmth spread through his chest. "Well, lucky for me, I have you now," he replied, his voice tinged with affection. "And I wouldn't change that for anything."

Beatrice smiled up at Rooster, her eyes shining with love. "I feel the same way," she said softly, her voice filled with sincerity. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me." she was so sincere, only to drop her gaze back down at the yearbook, “...so, tell me a little bit about this. You did tell me some about your life in Virginia but,well, anyone here you’d like to introduce me to?”

“Ah,pft,I think you’ll meet most of them at the reunion.” he mutters, flipping a page, ‘...I can’t believe I said yes.”

She looks at him for a few seconds, she could see how much this whole ordeal made him conflicted and she felt her heart hurt for him. Rooster had so much in his mind and she always means what she says when she says she’ll respect and support his choices… “We can still cancel the flight if you want.” she suggests ,”Is that what you want?”

“...no, it’s fine.”

“You sure?”

He rubs his eyes then runs his hand down his face, “I…I need to do this, close the chapter, you know?” he looks down at his yearbook, inhaling before he closes it, “...I haven’t seen these people in almost 20 years, gorgeous….”

"I understand," she said softly, her voice quiet. "Closing that chapter can be difficult, but I'll be right here with you every step of the way."

Rooster smiled gratefully at Beatrice, feeling a sense of warmth wash over him. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity. "I appreciate that.”

"Hey," she said softly, breaking the silence, "You don't have to do this alone. We're a team, remember?"

Rooster smiled at Beatrice's words, feeling a surge of gratitude wash over him. "I know," he replied, his voice filled with warmth. "It’s just…weird."

They sat together for a while longer, finding solace in each other's presence.It was then that Bea finally noticed that her husband, her very handsome and physically attractive husband, was wearing only a towel. “...baby?” she asks, “you…are not dressed.”

He blinks, “...Oh. I…forgot about that.”

Beatrice laughed softly, reaching out to playfully swat his arm. "You are too silly sometimes" she teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Go get dressed before you catch a cold."

“I mean…would you be opposed if I…you know, lost the towel?”

Oh he was relentless.

“Normally I’d be all for it baby but we have things to do today,” she whispers, albeit her eyes dropped to his jutted hipbones, “Okay?”

Rooster nodded, smirking before standing up from the bed and making his way to the closet to grab some clothes.Beatrice watched Rooster with a fond smile, feeling a rush of affection wash over her.

And something else.

Once Rooster was dressed, they settled back onto the bed, enjoying each other's company in comfortable silence. Beatrice snuggled up against Rooster's side, feeling a sense of peace wash over her as they basked in the warmth of their love.

As they lay together, lost in their own thoughts, Rooster reached out to take Beatrice's hand in his. He squeezed her hand then brought up to his lips "I love you," he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity. "Thank you for always being there for me."

Beatrice smiled up at Rooster, her heart swelling with love. "I love you too," she replied softly, her voice filled with warmth. "Don’t mention it.”

He smiles, his cheeks dimpling as he rubs her ring finger gently, inhaling, ‘...is it weird to say I’m kinda scared for the reunion?”

"It's not weird at all," she replied softly, her voice gentle as she caresses his chest. "It's natural to feel nervous about facing the past, especially when it's been so long."

Rooster nodded, his gaze dropping to their intertwined fingers. "Yeah," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "I guess I'm just worried about...what they'll think of me, you know? It's been so long since we've seen each other, and I've changed a lot since then." he frowns, “I don’t know why I am worried.”

Beatrice squeezed Rooster's hand reassuringly, her touch warm and comforting. "You're still the same amazing person you've always been," she said sincerely. "And anyone who can't see that doesn't deserve to be in your life."

Rooster smiled gratefully at Beatrice, feeling a sense of warmth spread through his chest. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity. "It’s just this whole thing with John, him being a weirdo, i don’t know…made me remember why I stopped talking to some of them.”

Rooster wrapped his arm around Beatrice, pulling her close before he continued, “I mean, he looked at you weird too.” he purses his lips, “I didn’t like it.”

Beatrice leaned into Rooster's embrace, feeling a sense of security wash over her. "I know," she replied softly, her voice tinged with concern. “I do love when you get all protective.” she smiles softly, kissing his chin, “You are always so…vicious with your eyes only,it’s very attractive.”

He chuckles, arching his brow at her, “Well, you are a beautiful woman.” she blushes,dropping her gaze a bit ,”And you know,I do love all of you.”

Beatrice's heart skipped a beat at Rooster's words, feeling a rush of warmth flood her chest. She looked up at him with adoration in her eyes, "You always know how to make me feel loved," she whispered, “I really like it.”

Rooster brushed a strand of hair away from Beatrice's face, his touch gentle as he leaned in to press a tender kiss to her forehead. "And I always will," he replied softly, his voice filled with sincerity. "You mean everything to me, Beatrice."

Beatrice smiled up at Rooster, feeling a sense of gratitude wash over her. "”And you mean everything to me.” she whispers, touching his face, “...that’s why I don’t want you to be too worried, if you feel uncomfortable there,we leave. Plain and simple.”

He frowns, “I know…” he sighs, “I don’t know if we should take the kids to Virginia this time.”

“Yeah?”

“We’ll be there for what? One? Two days? There’s no need.” he frowns, “Besides, the long travel is going to take a toll on them, you know?”

‘Well, the twins are still pretty young.” she whispers, “And Nikki…mhm…yeah no you are right, it’s better they stay here. Maybe we can call Mav to babysit them, you know?” she says softly, “They’d have a blast.”

Rooster nodded in agreement, his brow furrowing with concern. "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea," he replied, his voice filled with thoughtfulness. "I'll give Mav a call and see if he's available to babysit."

Beatrice smiled gratefully at Rooster, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. "He’ll make time, you know that," she said softly, her voice filled with gratitude. "I think the kids will have a lot of fun with him."

Rooster leaned in to press a tender kiss to Beatrice's lips, his touch warm. They always do," he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity. "I just want to make sure our family is happy and safe."

Beatrice melted into Rooster's embrace, feeling a sense of warmth spread through her chest. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him close as they savored the moment together.

“They are.” she whispers, kissing his chin, “You know they are.” she then sits up, “Come on, there’s a lot of stuff we have to pack–” he groans in annoyance “And we better get on with it, the sooner we do it, the better,right?”

He sighs, but relents, “...fine…” with a little grin, slapping her ass as she turns around, making her yelp, “After you.”

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just-dreaming-marvel · 2 months ago

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Think of Me ~ Sherlock's Version

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RDJ!Sherlock Holmes x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,250ish

Request: could you write think of me from phantom w/ rdj!sherlock? I was thinking like maybe when he "dies" during his fight with moriarty? but feel free to change it

Notes: It has been far too long since I wrote for this character! I love him so much and I hope you enjoy this one shot!

“Think of me, think of me fondly

When we've said goodbye

Remember me, once in a while

Please promise me you'll try

When you find that once again you long

To take your heart back and be free

If you ever find a moment

Spare a thought for me”

Sherlock stared at you from the crack in the wall. He knew that it could be deemed as creepy, but he didn’t care. Time was running out. The peace summit would be beginning soon, which meant that Sherlock would be confronting Moriarty. For perhaps the final time.

He couldn’t help but wonder that, if he were to die tonight, if you would ever miss him. Would you think of him fondly? Or would you resent him for knowing his possible fate and never cluing you in? Sherlock had always prided himself in pushing his own feelings aside. But with you, it was impossible.

Pulling himself away from the crack in the wall, Sherlock looked over himself in the mirror. If this was going to be his last moment with you, he needed to make sure that you remembered him well. He wanted to hold you close and dance with you tonight, willing to ignore his injured arm just for you.

Sherlock couldn’t help but continue to question. Would you remember him like this? Long hair and handsome? Or if he were to end up a corpse tonight, would that be what is forever etched in your mind?

Sighing, Sherlock straightened up and stepped out into the hallway. He took the few needed steps to your door and knocked.

“We never said our love was evergreen

Or as unchanging as the sea

But if you can still remember

Stop and think of me

Think of all the things

We've shared and seen

Don't think about the way

Things might have been”

No one could take Sherlock’s breath away like you could. The way you smiled at him, a smile saved only for Sherlock. And trust him, he knew. The way you always made sure he was out and made sure to bring to his attention how his actions could affect others. John was always amazed at how well Sherlock listened to you.

“You look beautiful, my dear,” Sherlock complimented. He took your hand and pressed a tender kiss to it.

You looked away, bashfully. “Sherlock…”

He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him while still holding onto your hand. “You know I would never lie to you.”

“How are you feeling about tonight?”

“I am ready for whatever Moriarty has planned.” His fingers brushed over the pulse point on your wrist, noting your nervous heartbeat. “How are you feeling?” With everyone else, Sherlock would tell them how they were feeling. But with you, he couldn’t help but ask.

“I’m scared, Sherlock,” you admitted quietly. “What if something happens tonight?”

He pulled you into him. “Nothing will happen to you tonight, my dear. I would never let it.”

“It’s not me that I’m worried about.”

Sherlock sighed. His hands barely ran over your arms as they made there way up to your face, cupping your face carefully. “Don’t worry about me.”

“I can’t help it, Sherlock… You know how I feel about you. And, no matter what you feel or say, I will always worry for your safety.”

His thumbs lightly brushed over your cheeks as he held your face. “I do not think that I have been fair to you, darling. I have not been as open with you as you have with me.”

“I don’t need you to return my feelings. You now that.”

“But I do. I do return your feelings, darling. I love you, so much, my dear.”

You gasped. “What?”

He leaned in and brushed his lips over yours. “My dear… My heart is forever yours.”

As the words left his mouth, Sherlock couldn’t help but think what might have been if he had said the truth earlier or if he wasn’t sure he was heading to his death tonight. He pulled you close as he pressed his lips fully against yours. Sherlock knew that it wasn’t fair to you, kissing you before the stand off tonight, but he had to at least taste you once in his life.

“Think of me, think of me waking

Silent and resigned

Imagine me trying too hard

To put you from my mind

Recall those days

Look back on all those times

Think of the things we'll never do

There will never be a day

When I won't think of you”

You and John burst through the balcony doors just in time for Sherlock’s eyes to lock with yours and for him to pull Moriarty over the balcony ledge.

“NO!” You screamed, scrambling towards the ledge. “SHERLOCK!”

John broke from his stupor in time to pull you away before you could fling yourself after Sherlock. He dragged you back inside, kicking and screaming and begging for Sherlock. All John could do was hold you tightly. He had no words of comfort, for he was lost himself.

~~~

You had remained mostly silent since Sherlock’s death. You spoke if you had to, but tried to avoid conversations as much as possible. Your mind was spiraling, fighting with itself. One moment, you were trying to remember everything that you could about your beloved Sherlock, and the next moment, you were doing everything you could to push him from your mind.

You remembered all the times he cared for you, in his own Sherlock way. The times he dragged you along to solve cases or the times he told you it was too dangerous to come and yet you followed anyway.

As the time passed, you came to the conclusion that there would never be a day in which you didn’t think of Sherlock.

“Can it be, can it be Christine?

Bravo!

Long ago, it seems so long ago

How young and innocent we were

She may not remember me

But I remember her”

Sherlock knew that it was dangerous to get too close to you. He was still not done in tearing about Moriarty’s loose ends. But he needed to see you. So he returned to London, in one of his terrible disguises, just to get a peek of you.

He hadn’t been prepared to see you yet. He had to do a double take as you walked across the street. It was you. There was no doubt. But it broke his heart to see how there was not the same light around you like there once was around you. Sherlock knew that was all his fault.

It had been over a year since Sherlock faked his death. As he stood, frozen a short distance away from you, wondering if he were to meet your eyes, would you remember him? Would you know it was him just with one look? And what would you do if you did? Would you cry? Faint? Would you slap him and scream? Sherlock hated that he couldn’t just go to you.

Watching you take a flower from a young boy, Sherlock came to his conclusion. He would leave you be. He would let you try to let you continue on with your life and heal. For everything has a season, even love. And maybe, just maybe, you’d think of him every once in a while.

“Flowers fade, the fruits of summer fade

They have their season so do we

But please promise me that sometimes

You will think of me”

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herbouquetreign · 8 months ago

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I’m just gonna say it… I don’t think Joseph Quinn is right for the part f George. He looks nothing like him. People are just putting him in things bc the success he received after playing Eddie.

Rightfully so,because he’s a phenomenal actor. But some parts are just not right for certain people because they don’t look the part at all. He doesn’t look like a great Johnny storm. He’s too cute. You’d need a chiseled cocky man. That’s why Chris Evans did so well playing him.

I’m happy he’s reaching success,and he deserves to finally be taken seriously. But some roles just aren’t fit for him. He was great in make up and hoard.Also great in gladiator.That’s the types of roles he should be playing. If they want him to play in a biopic,they should ask him to play someone who he looks more like. Like RDJ or heath ledger ffs!

#joseph quinn #george harrison #johnny storm #the gladiator 2 #make up #robert downey jr #heath ledger

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postsofbabel · 2 months ago

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imposterogers · 2 years ago

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can we all get an f for the mcu

https://www.cbr.com/robert-downey-jr-iron-man-return-rumor/

RDJ I am on my hands and knees begging stop. STOP. sherlock holmes three is RIGHT THERE.................u don’t need to do this………

#asks

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gunsandspaceships · 1 month ago

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MCU Timeline. Spider-Man: Homecoming. Part 3

Part 1, Part 2

October 14, 2016 (Monday):

~7:50 am - Midtown High is buzzing about Spider-Man. Peter tells Ned he wants to drop out of school.

~8 am - the school principal sends Peter to detention, but Parker soon leaves. The school informs May.

F*ck up #9: the school might want to fix their clocks because they have stopped at the same time we see them on the first day.

Peter takes the bottle of web fluid and goes home.

9 am - Peter returns home and, with Karen's help, finds the name of the guy who tried to buy a weapon from Shocker #1.

F*ck up #10: remember "See you tomorrow in school" when Peter found the glowy thing in Part 2? This scene claims it was Friday. Nuh-uh.

10 am - he "interrogates" Aaron Davis in the parking lot and gets the time and location of the Vulture's next deal.

11 am - the deal on Staten Island Ferry. Peter declines a call from May. Tony calls Peter in the middle of the deal. Peter cuts him off and starts a fight with the criminals, injuring Mac Gargan in the process. Tony jumps into the armor and rushes to the ferry.

FBI agents sent by Tony to catch the criminals red-handed surround the participants of the fight, including Peter. Distracted by his involvement, the agents miss the moment when Toomes dons the Vulture suit.

F*ck up #11: Toomes and his cronies might want to update their vehicle registrations as soon as possible to avoid police attention. I'm surprised they haven't been caught sooner.

~11:30 am - Peter fights the Vulture. This ends with the Ferry being cut in two. Peter tries to put it back together but fails. Tony arrives in time and saves Peter and the ship.

~12 pm - Tony tells Peter off and takes the suit back. He (presumably) takes him to his penthouse and gives him some clothes that were still there.

F*ck up #12: "tonight" was 11 am. It's quite strange that in almost every movie Tony says something that makes absolutely no sense in relation to the real time of events. Is RDJ's improvisation to blame for this? IDK.

12 pm - Aaron Davis is finally free from the web.

Toomes and his team decide to rob Tony's cargo plane.

12 pm - Night - May calls Peter, five police stations, five of Peter's friends, and Ned's mother.

Night - Peter returns home to his worried aunt.

October 15, 2016 (Tuesday):

~8 am - Principal Morita talks to Peter at school again. He also gives him eternal detention.

~12 pm (lunchtime) - Peter and MJ sit together in detention.

1 pm - Spanish class.

~3-5 pm - Peter and Ned complete the Death Star after classes.

~October 16, Day 8 (Wednesday):

1:25 pm - Peter meets Liz in the hallway and she agrees to be his date to the Homecoming.

3 pm - Peter stays in detention after classes.

Evening - Peter asks May to help him prepare for the homecoming.

October 17-18, 2016 (Th-Fr):

Evening - Peter, with May's help, prepares for the event.

October 19, 2016 (Saturday):

~7:30 pm - May drives Peter to pick up Liz. Peter learns that the Vulture is actually Liz's father.

Toomes is going to take the kids to school and then go on his big heist.

On the way to school, Liz accidentally gives Peter away, and Toomes realizes that he is Spider-Man.

~8 pm - they arrive and Toomes gives Peter an ultimatum to leave his business alone or he will kill everyone Peter loves. Parker leaves his phone in Toomes' car.

8:15 pm - Peter runs out of the event and puts on his old suit.

Outside, he is attacked by Shocker #2, but Ned saves him.

Peter asks Ned to be his guy in the chair: call Happy and track his phone in the villain's car.

Peter steals Flash's car and phone and goes after Toomes.

8:24 pm - Ned begins tracking Toomes' movements.

~8:31 pm (9 minutes before takeoff) - Toomes arrives at his now empty lair in an old industrial park in Brooklyn. Ned hacks Happy's phone, but Happy dismisses him.

~8:32 pm (8 minutes before takeoff) - Peter realizes what Toomes' plan is. Happy loads the last of the boxes.

~8:34 pm - Peter reaches his destination. Ned is caught by the physics teacher.

F*ck up #13: look at the date and time on these monitors. "April 2017", "1 pm". FYI: Homecoming in American schools is in September/October. And I doubt students are allowed to stay there that late.

~8:36 pm - Toomes collapses the warehouse roof on Peter.

~8:40 pm - the jet takes off. Peter manages to get out of the wreckage and cling to the Vulture.

Vulture gets inside the plane, changes its course and sends a decoy drone to fool Happy and the DoDC.

Happy calls his mom to tell her he accomplished something on his own (deleted scene, 10:20).

The Duel at Coney Island.

Happy sees the jet dive into Coney Island and disheartened calls Tony (deleted scene, 10:40).

Jet destroyed upon impact with Coney Island beach.

Peter saves Toomes after his wingsuit explodes. He webs him up and leaves a note for Happy.

~9:20 pm - Happy arrives at the crash site while Peter hides and rests nearby.

October 21, 2016 (Monday):

~3 pm - Happy arrives at Midtown High.

3:12 pm - Peter and Ned discuss what happened on Saturday night.

Liz and her mother pack her things to move to Oregon. She says goodbye to Peter.

3:15 pm - Academic Decathlon team meeting. Mr. Harrington appoints MJ as the new Decathlon Captain.

3:17 pm - Happy texts Peter asking him to go to the bathroom.

3:18 pm - Peter meets Happy in the school bathroom. Happy thanks him and, at Tony's request, takes him to the Avengers Compound.

~5:20 pm - they arrive at the Compound.

F*ck up #14: the car claims it's 10:59 am. We've already seen 3 pm mentioned twice, so that's impossible. Plus the trip would take ~2 hours.

~5:30 pm - they meet Tony, who thanks and apologizes to Peter and offers him a place among the Avengers. He also shows him his new Iron Spider suit.

Peter declines the offer, opting to follow Tony's previous request to remain the "friendly neighborhood Spider-Man." Happy asks him to wait in the car so he can drive him home.

Pepper appears from a room full of reporters. Happy gives Tony the ring. Tony and Pepper go to make some announcements for the reporters.

Note: since this movie doesn't fit well with Civil War, I can't say it fits with Infinity War. So there are two options: 1) Tony didn't propose to Pepper that day (because in Infinity War, their engagement is still a secret from the public); 2) He proposed to her there, but only in that movie/universe.

~October 22, 2016 (Tuesday):

~6 pm - Peter comes home and finds a package from Tony in his room with the Spider-Man suit. He puts on the suit and May witnesses it.

Why is it the next day:

It's dinner time, but not yet night. That is, ~6 pm, which is too early for him to be back from upstate.

He wears different clothes.

While it's possible that Tony jumped into the armor after the reporters thingy to deliver the bag before Peter and Happy arrived, it's unlikely. But the next day would be perfect.

Few months later - Toomes meets Mac Gargan in prison and refuses to tell him Spider-Man's real name.

MCU Timeline: The Infinity Saga

#marvel #mcu #tony stark #iron man #peter parker #spider man #spiderman homecoming #happy hogan #may parker #adrian toomes #ned leeds #pepper potts #mcu timeline #mj #aaron davis

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