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[ Change of plans. I move all reminding drafts over to @apotheosistm instead of letting the queque run. ]

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Avery nods thoughtfully. “I do, actually. I think about it a lot more now that most of the original Avengers are… not around anymore. They were like family to me, and now that most of them are gone… it feels like it would be a lot easier to just walk away, try to live a normal life, start a family…” A fond smile forms on her face at the thought.

“So then, what’s stopping you?”

    “I could ask you the very same question. But I assume it’s guilt, isn’t it? The responsibilities on our backs weight too heavy to give them to somebody else. 

       If it’s not us, who else will be there to protect the earth? 

    We will go on like this, till we too go out like heros suppose to do 

                - on the battlefield.”    

      He  might got a little too dark, but it only was the truth, wasn’t it? 

               The truth always did hurt. 

     “Also -”, he tried to add on a lighter note “- haven’t found the right person on this earth yet, to run away with.”

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Well, this certainly was interesting. Stephen was very aware of almost everything that was happening around Earth. Especially after Thanos. But to find this man claiming to be a sorcerer?

“Mysterio,” he repeated the name, giving a questionable look, “And to what do I owe this pleasure?”

     Absolute blissfully unaware of Strange’s knowledge, Quentin stayed as polite as possible while spilling more lies. 

     “Oh - I simply want to meet my future colleagues, now that I will be working with SHIELD. You kow. Inroducing myself to the reminding avengers.”

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Tony licked his lips, taking a deep breath as the man seemed to argue for another name but not provide one. “How about Selective Holographic Interactive Therapy? S.H.I.T. How about we call it S.H.I.T.?” Tony shifted to take a step closer to Beck, showing himself as the boss in his battle of power. “Or how about Integratively Designed Interactive Oriented Therapy. I.D.I.O.T. Either of those sound better for you?”

    Beck kept his chin up and his foot grounded. He wasn’t afraid of the man who had started it all. When he really went through with calling it B.A.R.F, he didn’t wanted to work for this asshole any longer anyways. Trying to keep his cool, since he already had went too far with his emotional outburst, he took the insults his employer threw at him. 

   “See? Wasn’t that so hard? Just stroke the ‘Selective’ out of it and call it H.I.T. I’m sure we both can agree on that.”, he tried to give in, voice finally calm again, but not willing to negotiate any further. 

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Eloise dug into her beloved snack, fishing out anything that wasn’t a raisin. Breakfast of champions. Her gaze varied between her trail mix and the man before her. Maybe a break was exactly what they both needed.

“Mmm…-“ She nodded, swallowing a couple of peanuts and almonds. “You’re absolutely right. Ain’t any ol’ science fair.” A grin spread across her lips, taking a seat on the circular table beside all the neglected seats.

Eloise slowly realized that her acclamation in order to provoke conversation could be seen as a backhanded compliment. The illusion that ‘smart’ wasn’t attractive was absolutely bizarre to her, being that beauty faded along the years, but conversation sustains. Her father always remarked that he believed she’d marry some kooky scientist because it was the only person who could keep up with her.

“Don’t think there’s anything wrong with being…or looking smart. I mean, I think it’s pretty sexy, but hey, that’s just me.” She shrugged, tossing an m&m into her mouth. “It’s the eyes.” She added, gazing into his. “Inquisitive, perceptive….hmm…cunning. Yep, really cunning. Looks pretty smart to me.”

It seemed that her own perception was correct as he explained his work in neurotechnology. “Wow, that’s amazing actually. Definitely help those struggling with trauma or PTSD. But, I definitely understand feeling stuck.”

      Her elaborating on his looks caught him off guard. Unsure how to interpret her words towards him, he followed silently to the table on which he sat down in front of her. That way it was easier to hold eye contact, while leading the conversation on. 

      Supporting his heavy head with one arm, the other brought the can of coffee to his mouth, for him to take yet another big sip of it. 

      The way she described his looks, let him completely forget how insulted he had felt before. Quentin soak in all her compliments like a sponge, let her butter him up, because that’s what happened here right now, right? But she went too far when she took the privilege to interpret what he was planning to do with his work. 

      It throw him off again and the little smile that had been tugged on his lips, dropped to the ground, followed by him rolling his eyes. Everyone always assumed it was going to be used for medical purposes. “I never mentioned people with ptsd, did I? When I’m done with it, it will be able to do so much more than just being useful in medical fields. 

                - That is - 

      if Stark will be wise and market it to the right crowd.” 

      In the core, he never was and never will be someone that wanted to make the world a more humanely place. All he wanted was to create without any morally boundaries. 

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     The look was a dead giveaway that maybe he was busted. That he hadn’t acted well enough. 

     Parker expected Quentin to oust him right then and there, but when it didn’t come? When he was called a young man by someone not much older than himself? Well, maybe he had pulled off this acting well enough.

     Maybe, just maybe, he could pull this off after-all, but only if he played his cards right. Only if he kept up this slight act and if he was able to play it perfectly.

     “Oooh, you’re actually going to do something to me? That’s rich, coming from you.”

     Parker didn’t know Quentin’s relationship with this world’s Peter and quite honestly? He didn’t want to know either. All he did know was this world’s Spider-Man was most likely a hero and if Parker had the chance? He’d end him once and for all, but not now - not today.

     Most certainly when he wasn’t around Quentin. The last thing he needed was more enemies, but still, if he acted well enough? No one would suspect a thing. He was sure of it.

     “Thin-ice. Thin-ice,” he scoffed - did he really sound like that when he was younger? Maybe, he wasn’t sure. “It’s not meant to be friendly. It’s not meant to be kind either,” he said flatly. 

     “This? All of this is done for a reason - I thought you all people knew that.” 

     While Parker didn’t know if he was taking this too far, he didn’t think it mattered either. There was only two possible options in his mind: the act would be broken or he’d continue on with it. 

      “Or are you still stuck believing you can do no wrong?”

      A frustrated sigh escaped Quentin's lips while he rolled his eyes. "Of course, I won't! I'm not here to fight Spider-man, am I? And I also absolutely can not renounce your help with the enemies ahead of us. -

      - But I'm sure Fury wouldn't approve of that new attitude of yours either, even though more confidence in general was clearly what you were lacking.", he teased a little before crossing his arms in front of his chest.

                "yeah-yeah. 

      - It's a part of the disguise SHIELD picked for you, isn't it?", he gave the double some more information to work with until 

                - What had he just said? 

       This last few world soundaled dangerously like this copycat knew what Mysterio was after and it let his panic peak high this time.

       "Excuse me? What do you mean by that?", he wanted the spider in front of him to elaborate on this vague last comment. 

       "You and I, we are only human, aren't we? 

                   - in a way at least. 

       Of course we make mistakes sometimes. Some of them cost great sacrifices. Some rest heavy on our shoulders. To hold that against me 

                - that's very low. 

                      - and hurtful. 

       I thought you are a good kid. But I guess I was wrong."

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Nocturnal Animals (2016) dir. Tom Ford

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[ So @apotheosistm is a thing now. I slowly will move everything over there, but for now my queque over here is still running. I will also make a real promo when I finnished seting everything up there. ]

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“Well, let’s hope I don’t either.” She laughed outwardly, smiling at Quentin. She wasn’t always the best cook, sometimes trying to pass off her dish as gourmet because it had a ‘char’ on it. Only elegant people liked burnt food, right? But this was a dish she knew without failure, so the ‘class’ would be saved for another night.

May smiled at him and nodded, starting toward the kitchen. “Sure. Let me put some things away and I’ll pour us a glass.” She said, turning now on her heels to face directly toward it and make her way in.

There wasn’t too much to do, but she had to place a few things she had just been working with away, pulling them out of the dishwasher and setting them in their respective cabinets or drawers before closing the dishwasher with her foot and grabbing two glasses for their wine. “I’m glad you were able to stop by.”

       Quentin chuckled again at her concerns. "I'm sure it's sheer impossible to burn something that's supposed to be a little - roasted.", he tried to ensure her, boost her confidence at least a little before following her towards the kitchen rather hesitant. Stopping in the doorframe, where he leaned against the wood paneling, watching her twirl around. 

      "It's not like I had anything better to do.", he replied just to notice the second after he had spoke this words out loud, how arrogant it must have come off. Closing his eyes in agony he scolded himself internally, before trying again. "I mean - 

      I have no one else occupying my attention. It feels - 

          quite lonely in this world, honestly. 

      I was looking for parallel versions of the people I used to know back at my wold, but -", he stopped, gaze dropped to the kitchen floor while his hands fumbled with his wedding ring once more. It seemed to be more than a nervous trick 

                - a grim reminder. 

       "What I actually want to say: I'm very thankful for the invitation. It feels great to socialize a little again." 

       He even managed to give her a rather shy smile, when taking one of the wine glasses. "I hope, I don't come off as too desperate."

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[ 6 replies are still in my queque and 15 threads are in my drafts + two asks. My goal is to get below 10 drafts today, but also doing this multi. Hmmm ]

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Get in loser we're revealing Peter Parker's identity

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[ The Sessionbox add on I use for Chrome is currently deactivating itself daily and I have to reinstall it over and over again. So I’m REALLY tempted to just make a multi muse account and pull all muses over there. I am just so demotivated to think of a new url and make a neutral looking blog. This just sucks. ]

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Comming back from the dead and the first thing I remember is that threesome with

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