#OUT OF ALL OF THEM I FEEL LIKE MAYBE KATE??? IS THE LESS SPIDERMAN?

[an-evergreen-rose]

When Worlds Collide Part 3

Kate Bishop x Female Spiderwoman reader (basically has Miles powers; invisibility, electric webs)

Summary: Pancakes with Kate

Warnings: Some swearing

A/N: Thanks for all the support, you guys keep me motivated :) I know these chapters are kinda small but honestly, it's just less daunting that way and it makes it easier to write, I hope you don't mind. Also, I made a playlist WWC

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART FOUR

You woke up earlier than you would have liked, the noise coming from the street below seeped its way through the apartment windows and the binding lights crept through the gaps of the blinds. Opening your eyes, you adjusted quickly to the unfamiliar bedroom.

Part of you thought that maybe last night was all a dream, but as you looked down at Kate’s hoodie, you remembered that the raven-haired girl was very much real. Your cheeks heated up at the thought of wearing her clothes.

Stepping into the bathroom, you brushed your teeth with the spare toothbrush Kate had left out for you, which happened to be a more pastel shade of purple compared to hers. God, this woman and the colour purple.  

You saw that she had left your now cleaned suit, folded neatly on the sink countertop, your underwear hidden underneath. Once again, a small blush invaded your cheeks. You put your web shooters on your wrists, feeling much more comfortable with them on than off, and decided you would change into your suit later. 

Kate woke up earlier than you had, finding the couch much more uncomfortable than she remembered, but glad she didn't let you sleep on it still. She decided to get some small jobs done before you woke up, one of them was to ring Clint to let him know she was stopping by the compound with you.

“Kate, it's 6:30 in the morning, why are you even up?” Clint grumbled down the phone. It wasnt the fact that she had woken him up, Clint - much like Natasha - was an avid fan of waking up at 5 in the morning to train before everyone else. He liked the mornings for himself because everyone else was asleep so no one would bother him. Until his little protege called.

“Goodmorning to you too,” Kate chuckled, “I have something to tell you.”

Kate could hear the man sigh slightly on the phone, she knew not to take it personally. “What?”

“So basically, last night I was out on patrol–”

“-- I thought we agreed that you wouldn't go out by yourself anymore, Kate.”

“Yeah, we did… but I decided not to listen,” Kate replied sheepishly, “Anyways, that's not the point. When I was out last night, this girl basically fell out of the sky from this weird portal thing. Like it had all these bright colours and everything. And basically, she’s like Spiderman, but she’s definitely not a man and she's from another universe. She didn’t even know who you guys were, she thought the avengers were a band. Isn’t that weird? I feel like Natasha would be pretty good on Bass guitar, what do you think?”

“Sure.”

“Clint, I feel like you’re not that impressed by anything I just said,” Kate said, annoyed that he wasn’t interested in you. Who the hell wouldn’t be interested in you? 

“Why don’t you just bring her to the compound? We can figure out what to do from then, ok?”

“Fine, you are really no fun today are you?” Kate teased, hearing the avenger grumble something inaudible before disconnecting the call. “Old man…”

After finishing a couple of other jobs, including the laundry which left her a little flustered, to say the least, she decided to make you guys some pancakes, gald she took Yelena’s advice and got more than one fork for her apartment. 

She saw you walking into the kitchen before she heard you, thinking to herself that you were very light on your feet, much like Yelena and Natasha. “Hey, you sleep okay?” Kate asked, smiling at your tied eyes. She thought you were very cute in the mornings. 

“Yeah, thank you again for letting me stay,” You replied, your voice tired but sincere.

Kate looked up from the pan, “Of course,” She smiled, finding your heavy eyes hard to look away from. “I hope you like pancakes?”

“Who doesn’t?”

Kate chuckled a little at your response, “Good point.”

When both your plates were full, you took a seat at the kitchen table, eyebrows raised at the way Kate drowned her pancakes in syrup. “You want some?” She asked, receiving a small nod from you. When she handed the bottle over, your fingers brushed gently with hers, sending a small amount of electricity running through your arm at the feeling. Literally.

“Ouch, static shock,” Kate laughed it off, waving her hand in the air slightly to get rid of the burn.

“I’m sorry, that was my fault.” Kate looked at you with a puzzled expression, you found it quite adorable how expressive her face could be. “Another one of my powers, I can conduct electricity, I call it my venom” You explained, raising your fist from the table to show the orange electricity consuming it.

“Wow,” Kate said, muffled by the pancake in her mouth.

“Yeah, pretty cool, I guess.”

Kate quickly swallowed her food, “Pretty cool? You can climb walls, shoot webs, turn invisible, and create electricity. You’re amazing! Like, the amazing-spider girl! Holy shit.”

You couldn’t help your cheeks heating up at the praise Kate was giving you, “Thank you, Kate.”

“I can’t wait to show you off to the others, you’re way cooler than our spiderman,” She laughed, and the redness on your cheeks stayed strong at the thought of her showing you off. Like you were hers to claim.

“Well, I hope I don’t disappoint.”

“Trust me, they’re gonna love you.”

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[cursed-to-be-a-sidekick]

This was supposed to be a writing exercise. It was also supposed to be from Kate’s perspective and a fight scene. If you bother to actually read it you will quickly find that I failed at the prompt. 

Warning it’s pretty depressing because Children’s Crusade 

Word count is 1425 words. I did not count. I should’ve been working on my novel instead. Anyways this is the first time I’ve ever written fanfiction but I needed inspiration so I really don’t care if it’s only whatever. 

Anyways without further ado the one time Clint gets to be the less disastrous Hawkeye. (Matt Fraction inspired ish)

The Less Disastrous Hawkeye

This looks bad.

Kate's not drunk. At least she insists she's not drunk. In actuality there may be a chance that she's a little bit of a lot of bit drunk. But still she's insistent. She'd never tell anybody what was really going on. And so long as it concerns anybody else Kate Bishop is not drunk. Even if she did almost pass out on Clint Barton's couch.

"Katie-Kate I think that's enough." Clint says as he takes a bottle of beer out of her hand. It wasn't hers. Clint left it out, he was drinking it before he fell asleep watching Dog Cops. The thud of the other Hawkeye walking into his room woke him up. Damn falling asleep with hearing aids in. 

Kate mumbles something in response and he picks her up slinging her over his shoulder and plopping her into his bed. No it was not like that. Kate's his protege. A slightly less disastrous version of him. The slightly becoming more slight each night. He returns back to the couch takes out his hearing aids and falls back asleep. When he wakes up in the morning he will have to deal with hungover Kate. Might as well get as much sleep as possible before then.

These types of nights have been becoming more and more common. Kate goes out, sometimes it's one of her dad's parties, sometimes it's just on her own. She gets drunk. And Clint winds up babysitting her at three in the fucking morning.

It happens about three nights a week now. And he's starting to get concerned about his fellow Hawkeye. He could ask her what's wrong but Kate's never in the mood to talk and he's not so good at feelings. And so he lets it go on. For about three months. 

At this point Kate is bordering around alcoholic. Half the time when he sees her she's barely coherent or asleep. So he does what any sensible man who's worried about his partner in crime (again, not in that way) would do.

He locks her in his bedroom. 

Well when put like that it sounds a bit strange. And she's a Hawkeye she can break out from a locked room. His bet is that Kate's going to be too hungover to do anything. And that's when they can talk.

It works like a charm. If a charm screamed at you for the entirety of thirty minutes before collapsing on the ground hitting the door and sobbing. After about an hour of that he opens the door to see the archer fall back head hitting the floor and then jumping up. She must've fallen asleep.

"Girlie-girl we need to talk." Clint says firmly. Kate sighs but doesn't move from where she lies on the floor. Weakly she holds her hand up to give him the finger before closing her eyes.

When she wakes up she's lying on the couch, she opens her eyes slightly to glare at Clint. "Futz you Barton." She says in a voice that reflects exactly how she feels. Which is, like shit.

"Good to see you too Hawkeye." Clint responds. He lifts her head up and puts a pillow underneath and sits on the couch next to her giving her a very concerned look. "I called Billy."

"Why are you going to have an intervention or something." Kate murmurs putting her hand up above her head to slightly cover her eyes. Clint hands her an aspirin and a glass of water which she takes. When she puts it down she continues "I'm fine."

"I didn't realize fine included you passing out in my apartment drunk almost every day this week." Clint fires back. Kate groans and gives him the finger again.

"Futz off." Kate says a little more bark backing it up this time. It causes Lucky's head to pop up from his dog bed to stare at them. As far as all of them are concerned this is about the most Kate's spoken in weeks.

"Talk to me Hawkeye." 

"I thought feelings weren't your thing." Kate mutters. She sits up slightly. Clint thinks maybe it's her willing to talk but she just takes the pill bottle off the coffee table to take a few more. 

"Girlie calm down I don't want you to O.D." Clint jokes.

Silence follows and Kate is hesitant before finishing the glass of water and taking the pills in her hand. She doesn't say anything for a long time. 

That's when it clicks. Clint takes the bottle off the table and looks at Kate. "Oh my god. Don't tell me that's what you're trying to do."

Kate still says nothing. 

Clint doesn't know what to do next. Does he call Tony and tell him what's going on? Scott? The rest of the Young Avengers for crying out loud? He doesn't do any of those things. Instead he puts his hand on Kate's, who still hasn't lied back down yet and decides telling Iron Man how much of a failure he is at mentoring is not the best thing to do in the situation.

So he waits for Kate to finally say something.

And when she does it's clear that she's not prepared in any possibility to actually speak. The tears come first followed by a series of words so muffled Clint wonders if he accidentally did something to the hearing aids. After a few minutes of Kate trying to pull herself back together she says:

"What are we doing Clint?" She motions around the room. At the discarded ramen packets, the coffee stains, the dog hair, take out boxes, bear bottles, all of it. "We aren't equipped for this. For being fucking superheroes." Kate dropping the f-bomb instead of saying futz was new. It meant something was seriously wrong. Something's spinning in Bishop's head.

Kate continues giving Clint a minute to process what she said "I mean look at us. We're disasters. The only reason I'm not covered in bandaids and you're not half dead is because I've been drunk so often and you've been babysitting me. And none of it's even worth anything. We're not like Captain Marvel, or Iron Man or even futzing Spiderman. We run around with bows and arrows and we almost futzing die. We should be dead by now and somehow we're not."

That's when Clint realizes that's what this is all about. Everytime Kate gets like this it's because of one thing. The event deemed as the Children's Crusade. Wiccan and Speed got their mother back but the team, and Kate, lost something more.

"It should have been me Clint." Kate says finally "Of all of us we could've lost I'm the one who nobody needs. I'm just plain old boring Hawkeye."

"Hey!" Clint replies defensively. Kate gives him a slight smile. Well that's something. "I'd like to think that us Hawkeyes are more than our injuries."

Another smile. Slight, barely there but Clint can see it. She wipes some tears from her face and then continues her spiel. "I don't have superpowers, I barely have training. Cassie, she could've been a futzing Avenger. A real one. It's my fault too. I was team leader. It wasn't official but everyone looked to me for leadership, and I let Cassie die." The tears return, harder, and she reaches for a Budweiser can Clint left out on the coffee table that he quickly takes away.

"You don't need that Girlie." Clint says "'sides it tastes like crap anyways." He finishes off the can and shakes it to make sure there's nothing left before tossing it over the back of the couch. Then he rests Kate's head against his chest and wraps his arms around her awkwardly because emotions and hugging have never been his thing. He's convinced that her tears are going to mess up his shirt but it doesn't matter. He just let's her cry.

After what feels like an eternity of Kate crying and Clint holding her he here's a muffled "Thanks Hawkeye." He knows Bishop hates asking for help. Maybe even more than he does. And she hates it more than admitting she's wrong. So when she says "I was wrong. Thanks for helping." Clint is astonished. It's probably one of the highest forms of praise he's ever gotten from the younger archer. 

"Anytime Hawkeye." He replies debating if the next step is to give her back the bow and see what happens next. That's always worked for him. After all he is the older, wiser and now slightly less disastrous Hawkeye. 

[feelingsdusk-writes]

About that horrible period of time right after a vacation

(Art by the awesome @hd-hale ❤❤❤)

Prompted by @riceycloveed: DID I HEAR PROMPTS althoughofcoursejustifyouwantto something about a Steter - Spideypool AU???

----

“You need to take a vacation.”

“Auntie…“

“No, listen to me, kiddo. You’re running yourself ragged. How many pounds have you lost this last month?”

“I-I…“

“Look, this is New York, raise a manhole and twenty heroes will crawl out like cockroaches…”

“I resent the analogy.“

“… so I’m sure the world won’t burn if you take a measly week long vacation, yes?”

“… Okay.“

“Good, because I bought you a plane ticket to Orlando.“

“What?! But work!“

“Nonsense, that’s the beauty of being a freelancer, you can do whatever you want.“

“B-but…”

“You’re leaving tomorrow at sunrise…“

“Auntie, you’re evil, you know I hate mornings.”

“… and I want tons of pictures of you in Danny the Otter paraphernalia, a box of those Betty Boo’s beans…”

“Bertie Botts, and it’s Harry Potter, auntie.“

“… or whatever they’re called, and a picture with every single princess of Disney World, especially Mulan. Lots of them with Mulan. And Jack Sparrow, I want a picture of you in a pirate’s hat, and bring that hat back.”

“That may be physically impossible in one week, you know?“

“But you’re going to try your best, yes?"

“Yes, auntie.“

“Good. Love you, kiddo.“

“Love you too.“

“And that way I’ll have time to fix all those costumes you’ve ripped…”

“Not a costume.“

”… because you break them faster than I can fix them. I have to find a way to reinforce the groin and the bum…“

“Auntieeee.”

“Don’t mind my ramblings, kiddo, and go prepare your luggage. Remember, no costume and no climbing into places, you’re in vacation.“

“Not a costume!”

And to Orlando goes Stiles, to beat his feet into a pulp walking through Disney World, the Universal’s Islands of Adventure, and the Discovery Cove.

And if he cheats a little and uses his powers to climb to the top of each castle he finds, auntie will never… Who is he kidding? Of course she’ll know, because Stiles tells her everything.

He takes a lot of pictures, he visits as many places as humanly possible and he eats double his weight in food and sweets. And he steals Jack Sparrow’s hat.

And the world does burn in his absence.

“You’re such a over-dramatic child.“

“How could this happen, auntie?! I’m gone seven days (not even that!) and some impostor appears and starts chopping the heads off of the Argent mafia?“

In the front page of the Daily Bugle, there’s a badly taken picture of a red and black spandex clad guy in the middle of a sea of corpses with the headline Spiderman loses it!

—

“Rest is for the puny, Weaklinski! You shouldn’t have taken time off!“ Jackson crows at him the moment he spots him.

“How sad that you have the finest camera on the market and this is the best you can offer, Jackass,” he snarks back, waving the newspaper at him.

“Jealous much?“ he sneers.

“Seeing the entire package?” He gives him a disdainful but brief once-over as he passes him and snorts. “You wish.”

“Fuck you!“

“Think about that much? I wouldn’t hold my breath, Jackass.”

When Jackson’s only answer is a furious finger, Stiles gleefully adds another victory (Stiles ∞+1, Jackson 0) into the tally. He crosses the entire room until he reaches the boss’ office and knocks.

Hope is the last thing you lose, but just as he expected, talking to him is an exercise in frustration and completely pointless.

“But it’s not Spiderman, Coach! It’s not even the same suit!“

“So what if he changed his costume from blue to black! Maybe he felt that he looked fat in blue, maybe he thinks he looks more badass in black? Who cares about that? We care that he killed thirty upstanding citizens, members of the respectable Argent family…“

“Also secretly known as the New York mafia,“ Stiles can’t help but to interject.

“…and that means he’s a fucking menace like I said from the start! And that's what’s going to shoot our sale numbers through the roof.”

“Look, Coach, he doesn’t even use webs and he has two katanas. Spiderman doesn’t have katanas! Much less kills people with them!“

“All psychopaths progress like that, Bilinski! It’s obvious that he now enjoys a more hands-on approach and that he needs to bathe in the blood of his enemies to feel good. He needs to be caught and stopped.”

“But…“

“Bilinski,” Bobby Finstock cuts in,“ this is what happens when you leave for a week. You lose track of what’s happening and things change. Adapt or die. Now get out of my office.” And then he blows the whistle that normally hangs around his neck. “Chop, chop!”

“But…“

He blows it again.

“Coach!”

And again.

“Would you let me talk?!”

The man takes a deep breath and then proceeds to blow the whistle until he runs out of air and his face reddens with the effort.

“OKAY.“

Stiles hates, hates, hates, hates, Bobby Finstock.

Especially since he spends an entire night taking pictures to bring them back to him as a proof and he still won’t bulge.

“But the suit…“

“So he changed his mind again, big deal. His fashion sense still sucks, it’s still spandex.”

“I don’t think…”

“You wear plaid all the time, your opinion doesn’t count,“ Finstock cuts in dismissively. “But we’re not a fashion magazine, Bilinski, so unless you catch him in his birth suit and we can use that as a proof of misconduct or public indecency or whatever, I don’t care what he wears. Now get out and don’t come back until you bring me something useful.”

Stiles grits his teeth frustrated as he exits the office, grumbling under his breath about climbing walls in jeans against spandex. It’s now obvious that ending with this nonsense is not going to be as simple as he thought.

He’s going hunting.

—

Two weeks of scouring the city for psycho guy later, he’s about to climb the walls with frustration… no, he’s already doing that (pun totally not intended) because said frustration is off the roof by now.

Nada, nothing, niente, niets, rien.

No sightings at all, no hide nor hair to be seen, because the guy has been completely M.I.A. ever since the stunt that got him the front page.

Time to pull out the big guns…

(He knows what he wants, after all… and the Argent Benefit Gala is coming up.)

… and to dust off his tuxedo.

(Er, which he doesn’t have.)

(But he’ll worry about that after he gets himself a spot as an official inside photographer for the event.)

—

Stiles gets himself a spot.

(He has to play dirty and put laxatives on Jackson’s food, but sacrifices needed to be made for the greater good.)

(Serves him right. Jackson taunted him for days about wanting to cover a fashion event (which isn’t actually accurate, since it’s first and foremost a benefit) before realizing that as an inside photographer he would get in touch with a lot of important people, and then he wanted the spot. Which he got, because he bribed Coach with a new coffee machine.)

(Stiles made sure to toast him with his Starbucks coffee as he run past him… all those six times… in less than one hour.)

(He may or may not have overdone it with the laxatives.)

(But just a little.)

(Okay, he’ll admit that putting them in his drink too was vengeful at best.)

He rents a tux and suffers through an hour and a half of red carpet in the freezing cold until he finally gets to go inside. Add to that four hours of snotty people asking him for drinks and canapés (seriously, he has a camera, in his hands, right in front of them) or rich brats wanting him to take pictures of them making the victory sign. Super. Lovely night. Would do it again.

Not.

And all for nothing, because psycho guy doesn’t show up.

Well, not for nothing exactly.

It goes like this.

1)At about two hours into the event, Stiles decides to go outside and take a breath, because the room is starting to get stuffy and if the decrepit lady with the arachnid brooch (irony of ironies) pinches his ass once more as he asks him for another flute of champagne, he’s not going to be responsible for his actions.

2)So there he is, an innocent bystander, breathing in the cool night air and fiddling with his camera, when he looks downwards… and catches the Argent princess trying to elope with one of the waiters of the event. They stand there looking like deers under the headlights before they catch sight of his camera and panic starts to fill their features. Stiles sighs, gives them two thumbs up in the name of forbidden love, and pointedly turns his back on them. He hears a happily whispered thanks after an incredulous minute and thinks the matter closed.

(It’s not.)

3)Three hours into the event, and three more butt pinches (seriously, the only thing left for him to evade the lady is to hide under the table, how does she keep finding him?), his arachnid senses start tingling like mad. Finally, he thinks as he goes outside and suits up. He locates where the problem is… and nope, no psycho guy. Apparently, Princess and Crooked-jaw-guy have been caught and the rest of the family isn’t happy.

Like holding under gun point kind of not happy.

“Oh my God, it was you! How could you, aunt Kate? How could you kill dad and mom?” Princess cries, big fat tears sliding down her face while Crooked-jaw-guy holds her with a valiant expression.

Bad, bad, stupid move, Stiles thinks, never admit to knowing something like that, especially under gun point.

“You shouldn’t have admitted knowing that, dear,“ a lady in an admittedly spectacular dress sighs dramatically, while a grandpa guy just sighs long-suffering.

His words exactly.

“Take care of them,“ says Grandpa ominously. “And make sure it looks like he did this too.”

So Stiles, seeing where the situation is going, intervenes. He saves the lovebirds and relishes in leaving the rest of the people in the room stuck to the walls after they push him into the pool. And as he waves to the kids good bye with a cheeky remark about enjoying Mexico, he thinks the matter closed. Again.

(It’s not.)

(Again.)

4)He goes home.

5)He wakes up with the mother of all colds clogging his sinuses and to the headline Spiderman kidnaps Argent heiress during benefit gala!

Stiles groans and, directly after, he lets out three sneezes in chain.

“Oh, dear,“ auntie sighs. “I’m going to make some chicken soup for you, kiddo.”

“Thanks, auntie,“ Stiles rasps before letting his head fall into the pillow.

He needs to find psycho guy pronto.

—

Ironically, it’s not him who finds psycho guy, but psycho guy who finds him instead.

Sort of.

He’s searching the city again, not recovered at all from his cold and having to pull his mask up every ten minutes or so to sneeze… and he’s had a couple of close calls about that, so he’s not a happy camper, that’s for sure.

He’s passing beside a skyscraper when one of the windows from a level above bursts noisily and out comes flying a body. He hears a shouted Taxi! before that same body lands on him and holds onto him like a limpet. It takes Stiles three floors of free falling before he recovers enough to shoot a web to pull himself forward and into the rooftop of the nearest building. When silenced fire starts to rain on him, he makes the effort of pulling his piggybacking charge almost eight streets further.

Stiles gapes when he finally comes face to face with his passenger.

“Well that’s what I call a timely intervention. You certainly have a gift, my spandex clad friend.“

“You.”

“Me?“

“You!“

“Yes, we’ve established that already.”

Stiles takes a deep breath, trying to collect himself. This is not him, he’s Spiderman, he’s cool and sarcastic and all around badass. He has this. Okay.

“And who exactly are you?“

“Deadpool?”

“Charming name.”

Okay, he has a name, that’s good. Now he needs a picture of them together and that’s it, problem solved.

“Wait a moment,“ Deadpool says tapping his fist against his palm with a sudden realization, “I know you! You are…”

“Of course you…“

“… the guy that’s been taking all the credit for my hard work! What was…”

“… do. Say what?“

“… the name? Antman?“ He gives him a once-over. “Antboy? No, Blackwidowboy? Arachnidboy?”

Stiles makes to talk but has to turn to a side to pull up his mask to let out three sneezes in chain. Of all the indignities, he accidentally presses the mechanism and a web shoots out.

“Eh, Arachnidboy, you may want to…” says Deadpool making a wiping gesture.

Stiles sees red.

“It’s Spiderman, you motherfucker!“

Even years later, Stiles won’t know how it happened. One minute he’s shooting a web in anger, the next another gets stuck in Deadpool’s katanas… long story short, he accidentally decapitates the man before propelling him out of the rooftop and down to the ground bellow.

He stays there in shock for a couple of seconds before jumping to where the man’s body is.

“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod,“ he repeats continuously as he looks at the broken body and then forces himself to look for the head.

“You’re giving me a headache,” it says and then, after he shrieks and shoots for the rooftop again, it snickers and adds. “Ah, that never gets old.”

“What the?“ he mutters as he approaches him carefully. One hand is making awkward grabby motions in the direction of the head and Stiles swallows before making a decision. He grabs the head carefully to place it on the hands of the rapidly healing body.

“I gather by your reaction that this wasn’t your intended result,“ Deadpool lilts from his own lap. “Do you mind?”

“Ah, yeah,“ Stiles nods and reaches to right the leg in the correct position.

“Much better,” he sighs as and audible snap reaches Stiles’ ears. “So, I know I can be irritating and all that, but I’m sensing a deeper reason for all this anger?“

“You’re asking me that after I chopped your head off?“ he asks incredulously and a hand gives him a wobbly thumbs up, the wrist obviously broken.

“Well, you did give me a free ride and got me out of a sticky situation… literally, all that congealing blood…“

“That’s gross.”

“Exactly.“

“I didn’t mean… forget it,” Stiles sighs, suddenly exhausted. “And this happens a lot to you?”

“What can I say? Trouble likes to play Hide and Seek with me. And I tend to lose a lot. Embarrassing, I know.”

“Why do I get the feeling that don’t try very hard to hide… or at all?“

Deadpool blinks, then proceeds to place his head upon his shoulders, holding it there with both hands, and to grin at him.

“Do you want some tacos?“

“What.”

—

Spiderman allies himself with new threat to society, Deadpool? says the headline on the front page of the newspaper. Under it, one of the pictures he took of them, a very ambiguous one, sits.

(Apparently, when he gave that ride to him, he had just killed the rest of the Argent family, barring the princess that he hopes is by now far far away.)

“Hi there, Spidey!“ Deadpool sings as he appears out of nowhere. “I was bored and I thought of you.”

Stiles facepalms.

He’s never taking a vacation ever again.

[cindyfelicia]

Hi, I hope you’re doing well!! I was just wondering if you read comics? If so could you recommend some/ how to start getting into them? I want to start reading them, but it’s so stressful trying to figure out where to start. Also I love you blog!

Hi there! you’re all manners of sweet and kind thank u my advice abt approaching comics is going for solo runs first, this is how I, personally, did it and it’s way easier than jumping in on team books, or worse events bc they tend to be messier and need more bg info and pre-existing knowledge than a comic that focus on just the one character; I also feel it’s good to start with current or at least recent comics, you can always read the old stuff when you’re better acquainted with how comics work and which characters, artists and writers you like (or can tolerate).

actual recs under the cut because this got so long

i was gonna do a whole list of mcu characters’ solos because most people entry point to comics rn is superhero movies, and hmu if you want that, but instead I think I’m gonna rec you some good comics that are either separated enough from main marvel continuity as to be intelligible without extensive info gathering, or I just think they’re great and worth a bit of confusion (part of starting out reading comics is not knowing fully wth is going on sometimes, but stiking with it for some good art or for characters you love -I’m not gonna go so far as to say for good writing bc that’s just not realistic):

if you like yourself some spider-people:- silk (2015) and vol 2 (2016) are my absolute favorites- I’m not very much into spiderman but I read renew your vows  and it’s lovely,  it’s just not a main universe comic it’s an au where things are as, imo, they should be with ye old web slinger, and it’s good for getting your feet wet in the huge pool of spider-man comics;- I love miss jessica drew (spider-woman) but her solo is……. questionable if someone has a good jess drew intro rec pls tell me so I can pass it on, - miles morales has been written badly in more ways than one but I love him so I suffer, I can direct you without scruples only to his novel tho, absolutely lovely and not written by brian michaelbendis lmao- anya corazon is a really good character that marvel loves to forget it has, let’s not make the same mistake;- black widow 2014 and 2016 and bw: the name of the rose are all good comics (I know technically nat isn’t a spider person but like nothing about spider-woman’s powers screams ‘spider’ either so..

for wakanda I’d say good recent start-ups would be: - black panther (2016), - black panther: world of wakanda (w/ a lesbian couple as protag), - and rise of the black panther (ongoing)

some non x-men team books that are easier to approach as a beginner imho:-young avengers vol 2 (vol 1 has its moments if you want to start from the beginning with them but a lot of it involves the civil war arc and stuff.. also some characters die, the art is less good and I want to protect people from 17’s yo cassie lang’s nipples poking through her shirt.. I wish someone had protected me tbh) -I want to rec some Runaways but besides the current run (which is alright) there’s a lot to be said against the writing in most of the rest of them maybe vol 1? to have the origins pinned down-I feel like after a small read through of what exactly the hell was going on with secret wars you could approach A-Force vol 1 and the first half of vol 2 (the second half ties in with civil war II and I’m not touching that mess) and that and avenger world and sometimes secret avengers to me are good avengers books-she hulk 2014 and totally awesome hulk are my greens of choice but if you want an intro to bruce banner idont actually know, sorry-for the asgardians: thor 2014 and it’s follow up mighty thor, thor: god of thunder, angela: asgard’s assassin and its sequel angela: queen of hel, and loki: agent of asgard are my pick of this crop-we also have Fun here at marvel comics on occasion and both patsy walker aka hellcat and squirrel girl are nice in their own way although the latter isn’t really my thing

some follow up on the young avengers:- hawkeye (2013) an absolute fan favorite, good to discover that actually clint barton was a good character it’s that the avengers movies are just bad and hate people with disabilities- a couple of follow-ups to that (x) (x) and the kate bishop solo all pretty nice- america chavez’s solo (I’m just here to suggest gay comics, that’s almost all I read really)

I want to rec Champions to people but frankly it’s just a long series of event interruptions and bullshit interspersed with a couple of nice moments so far, so I’m gonna rec you some kids that are in the champions and have solos I haven’t already mentioned:- kamala khan’s book is probably my favorite ongoing series at marvel right now about any non-mutant char, I cannot say enough good about it,- nova is nice,- miles morales (spider-man) and amadeuscho (totally awesome hulk) are also there but I’ve already mentioned themalso in this house we love and respect elektranatchiosand any other attitude just isn’t tolerated.

on to the x-men, gotta love those guys, you just gotta:- like I said I prefer to tell people to start from recent comics but with the xmen that’s so difficult? it’s been 10+ bad years for them because of the movie rights situation and just marvel being shit in general, so my one recent team book to approach the x-men is prob x-men ‘92? because its based off of the xm animated series so you don’t have to straightaway deal with some mutant plague, eugenics plots, and other catastrophic events, but you can still get to know more of the char we all love - I want to say generation x vol 2, it’s not a good starting point for anything really but I love it so so much I had to mention it even tho it was cancelled and I’m still angry as hell about it.

the solo situation is better. I’m gonna be able to breathe without tasting my own bile while I type this, hurray!-all new wolverine follows laura kinney as she takes up the mantle from logan-iceman, good solid comic abt coming out and ice puns, who doesn’t like bobby really-jean grey, yes she’s a teen girl in this, yes it’s weird and I hate de-aging characters but it’s nice to see her train with different mutants, struggling with the incoming phoenix force and her adult self’s shadow, not really great entry point to jean grey but id read it anyway-if you were into the 00’s xmen movies like me, or at least a normal person’s amount the phoenix recently returned and with her adult!jean grey, it was a good book for me and good if you want to later start reading the actual phoenix saga (which is a lot of material so starting small with this might help) -I love wandamaximoff and despite what they’ve done to the maximoffs in order to bring them into the mcu (was it worth it for that result btw? really?) her recent book was good and I genuinely loved it -storm’s solo is so good, you’re gonna fall in love with an het ship and you’re not gonna regret it either-rogue and gambit, is ongoing and it’s good to get a little acquainted with these characters but mostly it’s about explorign their relationship

I’m sure I’m forgetting a lot of good x-men content atm but I can’t stop thinking I need to mention that there are ongoing series you could pick up its just.. I hate them.. some started out promising (xmen gold, astonishing xmen), but they’ve not developed in good directions imo, but I still feel they should be mentioned, there’s also a weapon x comic if you want to go for a more bloody kind of book and xmen blue if you like time displaced teens or something? god its bad

jeez this is so so long and guess what? I haven’t even finished yet.. there’s some excellent indie comics out there and with those you really don’t need to worry abt knowing any 30 years old lore or anything you pick them up and they explain themselves like any other normal media out there, I know, be still my heart:

- lumberjanes is my absolute favorite, a little corny, but so much fun and cuteness and if I could go back in time I’d give it to my little bi self so she’d know she’s not alone and anything I feel that ways about has a special place i my heart js

- Motor crush, there really isn’t any other comic book with a black lesbian as protagonist out there that I can think of, good if you’re into motorcycles but if like in my case that threatens to put you to sleep, it also has a sci-fi streak and solid character work, you won’t regret giving it a try

- moonstruck, cute non-white gay werewolves and other mythological creatures are there, I feel this cathers to me specifically every time I open it?? bless

- Hi-Fi fight club or heavy vinyl (they changed the title) if you want a period piece that’s fun and cute and gay (I meant it about me reading only gay comics as you can tell)

- saga, for a space, well ya know.. saga I feel that I can describe it as romeo and juliet in space with added racial commentary except they don’t kill themselves, I have to say not my favorite but you might stick with it for the characters, I sure do

- the wicked + the divine, I feel very much the same about this as I do about saga, only this is mythology based so like.. I sold my soul to it, but please do tread with care there’s a lot of deaths in it and so many of these dead people are gays and/or poc.. I’m none too pleased about it and I’d understand anyone not wanting to pick it up, I mean the deaths are basically in the premises of the books but that doesn’t change the end result..

lastly like I said dc is not my area of expertise but I’ve been following with pleasure both batwoman and green lanterns, and mr miracle was an amazing comic so I thought I’d mention them