#am i comparing pete to loki? yes

[words-writ-in-starlight]

To be fair, I sincerely doubt Eira ''suggested'' to High King to send Quentin to Mists (and given what she is like, whenever she is talking to Daoine line between suggestion and brainwashing gets incredibly blurry) out of honest wish for Quentin's safety. She probably had some plan with him (or even worse, plan is still on going but we won't learn what it is until it's too late). Also rereading some things and I gotta give her: she has taste for dramatic decorating. I mean entrance to 1/2

Goldengreen is jumping off the cliff? I mean, that is just awesome and horribly trollish (unless it wasn't her who established that entrance, but Amandine. Honestly, Firstborn at their absolute best of sibling dynamics were ''turned in snake then stabbed me'' level.) 2/2

I mean, I’m assuming that whatever scheme Eira had re: Quentin’s blind foster was dependent on, A, being in a position to groom and manipulate the next High King (not so much, on account of how Toby got there first and turned him into a Noble Person and shit), or, B, having him hidden away somewhere so that he could be quietly bumped off and replaced with someone more biddable in the event that Plan A failed (also likely to be challenging, on account of how incredibly poorly concealed Quentin is).  Or, possibly C, in an attempt to consolidate her political sway into the Mists between the false queen, the heir to the Westlands, and multiple Firstborn, plus the entirety of the family line destined to save Oberon, all being in the same zip code, which might work better if, again, Toby wasn’t out there making friends and breaking thrones.

Eira just wants to fucking run the show and while I don’t find that to be a particularly interesting motivation, I can respect that she’s absolutely deadly in her pursuit of it.  She just might’ve gotten further in the Mists if Quentin didn’t look fucking identical to his father, which she should probably have seen coming.

(Also, Pete, when questioned by a curious and fearless Quentin: “Oh, yeah, Eira and I always hated each other’s guts, she never wanted to admit that the Merrow were worth anything.  One time I turned myself into a fish and when Eira came over to throw me into the water, because she hates fish, I turned back into myself and went ‘AHHHH’ and stabbed her.”)

(The Luidaeg, amused: “I love one (1) child of Titania.”)

[peterparkerstarker]

Kinktober Day 21: Height/Size Difference (Spidershield)

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Peter’s eyes went wide, doe-eyed and wet, suddenly very aware of just how much bigger Steve was.

He loomed over Peter, all hardened muscles, flexing and twisting with each minute movement. Breathtakingly gorgeous and perfect.

The worst part was Steve didn’t even seem aware of how beautiful he was. He just existed, still awkward and uncomfortable in his new peak form, and it made Peter ache from how much he wanted Steve to see himself the way he saw him.

Steve looked down, a flurry of concern passed over his face. “You okay Pete? Are you sure you still want this?” And of course Steve would be ever the gentleman even when he was about to fuck into Peter raw with his humongous cock.

When the scientists claimed to have achieved peak physical perfection on Steve, they weren’t kidding. Every single detail on his body was pristine, like an ancient marble statue of a god. It made Peter feel small. Well, smaller than usual. Compared to Steve he was tiny, slender and short. And his cock. Fuck. It was the single most gorgeous thing Peter had ever laid eyes on. He needed it in him now.

He nodded, panting out a breathy “Yes,” as Steve slowly, ever so gently entered him. He took his time with Peter, always did, working him open for what seemed like hours before finally, mercifully, fucking him.

Steve was always so careful not to hurt him, but sometimes he wanted to be hurt. Wanted the pain to scorch through him and burn him alive. Wanted to know just how much he could take and still keep going.

It made him shiver to think of being overpowered by the older man, to be held down and not be able to fight back. He let out a high, needy whine at that, and blushed the moment Steve’s blissed out expression focused in on his face.

“What’s wrong? Am I hurting you?” He looked nervous.

“No,” Peter replied, and something twisted deep in his gut. Something brave and strong. “Unfortunately not.”

Steve looked confused, slowing his thrusting to an excruciatingly slow pace as he processed the words. “You… want me to hurt you?”

Peter huffed out a laugh, still nervous and shy, but he steeled himself to respond. “Yes, I think so, at least? It’s just, you always treat me so delicately, like I’m breakable. But I’m just as strong as you. I can take it, I can take it better than anyone on the team.”

Steve flushed crimson at that idea, but Peter knew he was starting to understand. He straightened his spine like he always did when faced with a new challenge, and gave an experimental rough thrust.

Peter moaned loudly, surprised at the sudden pace change.

“Like that?” Steve asked hesitantly.

“Yeah, but I want you to hold me down too. Let me pretend to fight against you,” Peter said, voice barely above a whisper. His voice felt hoarse, he was too distracted by the increasingly fast pace as Steve fucked into his tight hole.

Steve grabbed his wrists, held him down as he twisted and turned, half trying to break free, but he didn’t want to destroy the illusion that Steve could have his way with him.

The older man pressed down harder, his pace brutal and quick now, and Peter let out a yelp as Steve tightened his grip on his thin wrists.

He was so much bigger than Peter, his cock filling and stretching him so deliciously. Peter felt split open, speared on Steve’s length and it made him harder than he’d ever been before, leaking precome down onto his stomach, a sopping wet mess.

Peter tried so hard to hold back, tried not to let it go too fast, but he couldn’t handle it. It was all too much, too fast, too painful, too perfect. And he suddenly found himself writhing and screaming and coming all over himself, sticky and slick and Steve kept going and it was mind-numbingly incredible.

He felt dizzy, foggy and out of it but he wanted more, wanted to be enveloped in Steve’s musky scent and the heavy weight of him on top. He knew Steve must have finally come, with a grunt and a slowing of his pace, but Peter was too blissed out to really process any of it, too drunk on the sensation of finally getting what he’d fantasized about for so long.

And as Steve collapsed beside him, panting and resting a large hand on Peter’s slim waist and pulling him close, he’d never been so grateful to feel so small in Steve’s tight embrace.

[averagemarvelbitch]

Adventure Time!

Summary: During a game of D&D, Peter, Ned, MJ, Harley and Cassie Lang explain to a very curious Loki what a Dungeon Master is. Intrigued by the power a DM holds, and frankly appalled that these Midgardian kids are pretending to have adventures using only a badly drawn map and some dice, Loki decides it is time to give them a real adventure.

Or: The one where the gang is sent to a made up land as their D&D characters and all hell breaks loose.

Chapters: 2/5

Read it on AO3

Tagging @supernaturalyloki and @dreamdictator

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Peter woke up slowly, shielding his eyes from the bright sun light coming through the trees. He blinked several times with a grimace, feeling like he had the worst hangover of all time. He heard other moans of pain joining his own and looked around, finding his friends all lying on the grass, hands on their heads , looking just as confused as Peter felt. And then, after a moment, he finally noticed what they were wearing. Cassie had a hat on her head, complete with an eye patch and a trench coat that screamed ‘pirate’. MJ was at her right, wearing a long, red dress and… horns. Michele had horns. Michele was red and had horns! Peter was pretty sure he was about to have a heart attack.

“OH MY GOD!”, Harley screamed in terror.

Everyone turned abruptly to see a dragon-like person, eyes as red as blood, and a mouth full of very sharp looking teeth. They all immediately got up, stepping away from the beast with gasps and yelps of terror.

“OH MY GOD, WHAT HAPPENED TO MY FACE?”

Peter narrowed his eyes, taking one step closer to the dragon. “Harley? Is that you?”

“WHO THE HELL ELSE COULD IT BE? I’M A FUCKING DRAGON, MAN!”

“Holy crap”, Ned said softly on Peter’s left, raising his hands and looking at them in awe, “Holy crap, I’m green”.

“Ok, what the hell is going on?”, Michele asked angrily and, by god, she looked even more terrifying now than she did in her human form.

“Ok, everyone just calm down. Harley, stop screaming!”

“I’M A DRAGON! OH MY GOD, I’M AN UGLY DRAGON!”

Peter ignored his laments and turned back to the rest of the group. “Ok, it’s obvious what just happened. Loki is messing with us”.

“Makes sense”, Ned replied with a nod, “He is the god of mischief, right?”

“He is DEAD, it’s what he is! LOOK AT ME”, Harley complained, touching his gigantic dragon face with a painful moan.

“What are you guys even complaining about? This is awesome! We’re basically our characters! And I’m guessing we’re in a far away land, ready to live an adventure! This is the best day EVER!”

“Easy for YOU to say, you’re a hot pirate!”

“Own, you think I’m hot?” Cassie asked, mockingly batting her eyes at Harvey, who blushed like crazy and was ready to retort before being interrupted by Peter.

“Stop that, you two! We need to work together here to fix this mess”.

They all jumped when a sudden, very loud clap of thunder filled the clearing. Smoke appeared out of nowhere and the gang covered their eyes, coughing. Finally, the white smoke dissipated and they noticed a tall figure in the middle of it.

“Dr. Strange?”

“I am Strange, the wizard, and I have come seeking your help, young adventurers”.

They all exchanged exasperated looks.

“Ok, I’m guessing we’re gonna have to play along with we want to get out of here”, Peter whispered to the others, who nodded in agreement.

“What troubles you, wizard Strange?”, Cassie inquired in a firm voice.

“Evil has penetrated these lands…”

Harley snorted. “Penetrated”, he repeated between giggles, earning a very stern look from Michele.

“… and only you can save the people from its claws. There is a town not far from here, where you will find food, ale and shelter, but first, you must defeat the beast that guards these woods. Slay the beast and the magic that surrounds this forest shall weaken and you, my brave adventurers, will be able to continue your journey to the cursed Castle of Vania”.

It was Peter’s turn to snort, “Castle of Vania?”

“Makes sense, I showed him the Netflix series last week”, Harley added with a shrug.

“Go now, brave adventurers, and good luck. But fear not, we shall meet again”, and with another loud thunder echoing through the clearing, Strange disappeared in a cloud of smoke.

“So… Any chance Harley is the beast we have to slay?” Cassie asked while Harley threw her dirty looks.

“I’m guessing not. We should take that path; it looks strangely lit when compared to the others”.

“Alright, let’s go”.

And so, together, the group started walking towards the lit path, feeling not entirely ready for an adventure.

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They walked for what felt like hours through the dense forest, carefully watching every step and sometimes kicking some twigs they found on the way. The forest was strangely silent, no birds singing, no animals running around the bushes, just the eerie silence that seemed to weigh on them with every step they took. Suddenly, Michele stopped and raised her finger to her lips, gesturing for the others to be quiet.

Harley snorted, “We’re not even talking”.

Everyone turned to glare at him before turning their attention back to the clanking noise ahead. The sounds were somewhat weird, like a big old rusty machine, the gang thought as they inched closer to its origin. Suddenly, they saw a clearing a few feet down from where they were, much like the one they had found themselves earlier upon waking up in this strange world. Down there, scattered on the grass, were big cages with all sorts of animals inside, with goblins patrolling the place, carrying small swords and bows.

“Holy shit, those are real life goblins!”, Cassie exclaimed excitedly.

“Shhh”, Michele replied, “they’re gonna hear you. So, what are we going to do? You think maybe they’re the evil we’re supposed to end?”

“Strange said ‘the beast’, though. So goblins don’t make much sense”, Harley supplied with a shrug, “But we’re gonna have to deal with them to go forward, right? Look, there’s a path over there”, he pointed to the small pathway right across the clearing.

“Great, we’re gonna have to fight goblins!”

“I think Pete should probably go first, he has the most experience with those”, Ned said in a joking tone and then stopped, “Wait, do you still have your powers? Like, your Peter Tingle?”

“Ok, first of all, it’s called the Spider Sense. And second of all, no, I felt nothing, and I don’t have my web shooters so we’re on our own”.

“Oh no, he lost his Peter Tingle”, Harvey mocked him, making the boy glare at him.

“Guys, we’re our characters right now. So we have their powers. We use those!”

They looked at each other in awe, the information sinking in for the first time.

“Ok. Ok, but there are too many goblins down there. How can we fight them all?”

“Uh, guys…”, Harley said, with a smirk, “…In my hometown we have a song called… Far Cry 4”.

Cassie snorted loudly while Ned and Peter tried to control their laughter.

“I don’t get it”, Michele replied, confused.

“It’s a video game. He’s saying we should free the animals and let them deal with the goblins”, Peter explained.

“Cool, how are we gonna do that?”

“Pete can turn into animals! He could turn into a cat, go down there and open the cages with his tiny claws”.

Michele stared at him for a moment, “That sounds like the worst plan ever”.

“But it’s the plan we got so get going”.

Peter took a deep breath and closed his eyes. And then, after a minute, opened them again, throwing his friends a very confused look.

“How do I do it? Like, do I just think about it?”

“I guess? Yeah, try that”.

Peter closed his eyes once more and scrunched his nose in concentration. Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, a small white cat was standing in the boy’s place. He looked at his own tiny paws and then shook his butt, as if preparing to jump. He meowed to the rest of the gang, ignoring their comments on how cute he looked, and turned to the clearing, going down the small hill and towards the cages with dexterity. He was careful enough to hid in the nearby bushes whenever a goblin passed by and made his way slowly to the biggest cage, where a big, brown bear sat, looking very sad. He got as close as he could, observing the bear. It had just occurred to him that, if he let the bear go, he’d probably attack not only the goblins, but his friends as well. Maybe I can talk to him?, he thought to himself.

“Uh, hello?”

The bear looked up and around, apparently searching for the origin of the voice, and finally set his big eyes on Peter, “Hello, little one. You should run before they catch you too”.

The voice sounded awfully familiar. Almost like… “Quill?!”

“That is my name, yes. What is yours?”

“Uh, it’s Pe… Eldrin. My name is Eldrin”, he introduced himself with a nod, “Listen, Quill, I have some friends over there, on top of that hill, and we’re here to free you and all the other animals. But we need your help! If I get you out of this cage, can you attack the goblins?”

Quill stared at him, turning his head slightly to the side, “That sounds scary. But I like the thought of being free again! I’ll give it a go, yes!”

Carefully as to not call attention to himself, Peter used his very sharp nail to open the lock on the cage ― something he was certain he’d never done before in his life, not even in his human form. Upon hearing the click, the bear opened the metal door with his head and roared in delight, walking out of the cage. The goblins, finally realizing what was happening, froze in fear as the gigantic bear glared at them. He huffed and roared again, and took off after the goblins, who panicked and desperately tried to get away from the huge beast.

“Ok, let’s get this party started, people!”, Harley said, watching the bear chase the goblins from a distance, before sliding down the small hill towards the mess. Ned and Cassie soon followed, while Michele, emitting a very faint red glow, floated down after them.

There were too many goblins. Even with the bear’s help, it was still a difficult battle. They fought as if they’d been using swords their whole lives, which was weird but still very awesome. The gang killed the goblins that came at them with ease. Apparently, it was much easier, morally speaking, to kill people when you knew they were just illusions created by the God of Mischief. While they fought, Peter continued his work, liberating more and more animals, including a huge goat that Ned was pretty sure was actually a horse in disguise.

“Hey, P… Uh, Eldrin! Tell the goat to hoard the goblins over there, I’ve got an idea!”, Harley shouted at Peter, using his sword to swiftly cut a goblins throat.

Peter did as he was told and very soon the animals were hoarding the remaining goblins into a corner. Harley, taking full advantage of it, put his sword back on its scabbard and turned to where the goblins were. Suddenly, smoke started to come from his nostrils and the rest of the gang watched, astonished, as he opened his mouth and fire came out of it, burning the desperate goblins until they were nothing more but a pile of ashes. Harvey turned around, looking at his friends with absolute pride in his face.

“Did you see that? I BREATH FIRE, you guys!”

The gang looked at him, completely baffled, before whooping and clapping, while Harvey took a bow. However, they were interrupted by an arrow that missed Ned’s head by an inch. Michele immediately turned to the source and raised her hand in said direction. The air around them suddenly became heavy and a smell of what they assumed was sulfur filled their noses. A red ball of light shot from Michele’s hand, hitting the goblin who had just attacked them right on the head. Everyone groaned and turned away as his head exploded in a thousand pieces.

“What? What’s happening?”  Peter asked, changing back to his human form.

“Remember when Danvers was showing us her powers and she aimed a beam at that watermelon?”

“Yes?”

“Yeah, Michele just did that with a goblin!”

“Well, it’s dead now, isn’t it? Jesus, it’s like you guys missed the frog dissecting lessons”.

“Yeah, sure, an exploding goblin head is the same thing as opening up a dead frog. Okay”, Cassie complained, looking very green.

“Well, they’re all dead now, so… Maybe we can leave the forest?”

“Wait… You guys hear that?” Ned asked, shushing his friends and stepping closer to the pathway.

A very loud, mechanical noise was coming from the next clearing. They couldn’t quite see what it was exactly, but they could tell it was big. They exchanged a worried look, thinking back on what Dr. Strange had said about some beast they were suppose to defeat, and started down the pathway, looking apprehensive. Upon reaching the end of the path, they finally saw it. A gigantic machine in the form of a beetle was standing in the middle of the clearing, blocking their way to what appeared to be the edge of the forest. The beetle turned around every so often, smoke coming out of its head, stomping its big foots on the floor.

Peter looked at the others with a grimace. “Well… Have you guys ever heard of this really old tale called ‘Empire Strikes Back’?”

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[girlwholoveswriting]

Very Important Stuff (Peter Parker X Reader)

Peter Parker x Reader

A/N: People seem to like what I make (at least I hope they do) and I’m enjoying making these, so I may or may not have an incoming series. I’m still pretty new to this so I’m not entirely sure who I’ll write about other than Peter for now (other than Loki, definitely going to write about Loki).

Word Count: 1.7k

Genre: Slight NSFW

Warnings: Slight NSFW

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It was never easy living in the Avengers HQ, especially having the one and only Tony Stark as your father. Sometimes it was more frustrating than it was fun, due to the fact that he was a very overprotective, and you were very hard-headed. You were a lot like him, actually, not in looks but in attitude. To the team, you were like a second Tony, only more fun, you would like to think, and way younger. You were practically like a child to them, and you very much enjoyed shoving down your surprising intelligence down their throat whenever you could. You really were a second Tony.

Being the only teenager living in there, it sometimes would get boring. Why? Because you “weren’t old enough,” that’s why. Over and over you would prove yourself worthy of fighting alongside the rest of the Avengers, training with the rest of them, being of assistance to both your father and Bruce Banner, all coming down to your father literally having to pry you off his leg when the Avengers were needed. You would beg over and over for him to take you with them, only yielding the same response. A very stern “no.”

It only very recently changed when a new member was added to the team. Spiderman, or better known to you as Peter Parker, was a boy just a year older than you. He moved in just a few months ago, and you were absolutely furious when you found out he was now part of the Avengers. As per usual, that night he moved in, was very awkward. It wasn’t because you were glaring daggers at him, no, but because you and Tony got into a heated argument about having a new member on the team. The rest of the team had to assure Peter that you both were just like this every night, and that it wasn’t new at all.

You eventually grew a liking to the boy, though. The more you spent time with him, the more he grew on you. Though he was part of the team, Tony would frequently have him sit a mission out, giving you two time alone together more frequently than you were first comfortable with. It was then you learned of his love for science, and his overall dorkiness. God you loved his dorkiness, you could have sworn that was what triggered your small crush on him to grow.

It was the same for him, though. From a general terrifying first impression he got from you, to wanting to impress you, it finally got to a point where he was comfortable with you. Being Tony Stark’s daughter though, he was first scared of what would your father do if he found out you and him were growing closer as friends, knowing how protective he was. It held him back from growing feelings for you, but you could never stop a flower from blooming.

Now, it was like you two were inseparable. You two were always together, getting into trouble, being the teens you two were. Behind your father’s back, you two dated in secret, being careful of your relationship. In front of the Avengers, you would both put on a mask of just being friends. Being the mischievous person you are though, you made it a game between the both of you to sneak a kiss or two in secret in the presence of everyone. As time passed, things got a little more… intense.

During dinner one night, you sat in your usual seat beside dinner. Glancing frequently at him, you eventually placed a hand on his lap, gaining his attention at the very least. Conversations between everyone were flying over his head as he felt your hand slowly but surely crawling towards his crotch. His body tensed, and nervousness could be seen in his eyes. You, on the other hand, were enjoying his reaction, or at least him trying to conceal it. You both were trying to play things off, conversing normally with the others. Your hand though, didn’t exactly feel very forgiving that night. You would rub his crotch through the cloth of his pants, making Peter squirm under your touch. You could tell he liked it, but you could also tell how frustrated he was getting.

With a chuckle, you removed your hand from his crotch and got up from your seat. Taking your glass on the table, you took a large gulp of your water, letting out a refreshed sigh as you finished. “Alright, I’ve got very important stuff to attend to. I’ll get going first, thanks for the meal!”

Giving your father a kiss on the cheek before your left, you smirked at the flushed face of Peter, and left the dining hall back to your own personal lab. You did actually have important matters to attend to. You needed to finish a new weapon at your father’s request. You didn’t know exactly what it was for but, you aimed to make it something useful at the very least, something your father would be proud of.

Arriving at the lab, you put your safety gear on, and got right back to work. It didn’t take long for you to get into serious mode, forgetting the world outside. With your music blasting against the walls, resounding inside the room, you would ever so often groove to the music as well, your own personal way of destressing while stressing. A bit of a paradox but, it works out for you. All your amazing creations were created this way after all.

As you were deeply concentrated in your work, you heard the door open. Looking up, a smile formed on your face as whoever entered came in to your sight. It was Peter of course. You never had a problem with working while he was around as he did frequently want your company, so you got right back to work. “Hey Pete.”

“Hey.” Peter replied as he made his way over to you, embracing your body from behind. You absolutely loved it when he did. “I see you really are working on something very important.”

“I am, yes.” You chuckled, leaning your back into his chest, getting comfortable while your hands still maneuvered around the weapon, tweaking a few things here and there. “I’m almost at the testing stages. I’m rather happy with this so far.” Looking up at Peter, you give him a soft smile. “Do you think dad’s gonna like it?”

“Oh yeah, definitely.” Peter replied, placing a kiss on your temple. “I would be surprised if he didn’t.”

Slowly, you felt his hands start trailing down your sides, the male earning a shudder from you. You always knew he was touchy, so you let this slide for now. Your attention needed to be on the weapon after all. You both shared a conversation as you worked, but admittedly, you were starting to get distracted. Peter’s hands were crawling more across your body, up to the point that one hand finally rested on your breast. It was only then you realized, he wasn’t there for your company. He was there for revenge.

Biting your bottom lip, you squirmed under his touch. “S-sweetheart, I’m a little bit busy right now… Can’t we save this for later?”

“Later?” Peter repeated, pressing soft kisses up your neck, reaching the back of your ear. Softly, he nibbled on your earlobe while his hand roughly started to massage your breast. The other trailed down further and slipped underneath your shorts. “I don’t think I could wait that long, love. Besides…” He then began to rub you through the soft fabric of your undergarment, emitting a soft gasp from your lips. “You couldn’t, either.”

The way Peter held you made it so easy for you to melt right then and there. You could feel his lips sucking on your earlobe, his tongue grazing your skin ever so often as you would softly whimper in response. His hand on your breast ceased for a moment, only to slip under your shirt and pulled down your bra, now directly toying with the sensitive bud. Though, neither could compare to his minstraitions down bellow.

Peter definitely had a way with his fingers, more importantly, a way with you. You released such wanton reactions as he swirled his thumb against your clit. His motions were just right, enough to make you squirm, but too little to satisfy you. All the while, you felt two of his fingers rubbing against your entrance, slowly being coated in your essence. You felt your legs bending slowly, having to hold onto Peter for support. He chuckled at the sight of you. Despite his usually soft and cute personality, he was way different whenever you set him off.

You felt your body getting hotter and hotter as Peter continued. You could barely hold back your moans, to which Peter would chuckle in an amused manner. You tried desperately to stop him, but you couldn’t even get your words out in a coherent manner. At this point, you were crawling closer and closer to your sweet release. Thinking that he wasn’t going to stop any time soon, you accepted your fate.

Peter though, had other plans. As soon as he knew you gave up trying to fight it, he ceased his actions and pulled away from you to your surprise. Taking a tissue from your table, he wiped his fingers clean and smiled at you. “Well, love, I suppose I should leave you to finish your job. You’re almost done, right? I shouldn’t distract you.”

“H-huh…?”

“Well then,” he cheekily smiled, “That was fun. Thanks for the entertainment! I’ll see you once you’ve finished!”

You watched in disbelief as he walked right out of your lab, the event finally registering in your head. You swear a vein was going to pop in your head. “HEY! PARKER! WHAT WAS THAT FOR!?”

One last time, Peter turned to you and winked, waving his hand, “See you!”

“PETER PARKER! GET BACK HERE RIGHT THIS INSTANT!”

“I can’t! You have very important stuff to attend to!”

At the very least, Peter was definitely not going to get any of his needed affection any time soon after that day.