#guess I'm one of your spiderlings after all

[thisshadowwrites]

me: oh, i remember like one episode from season 5 that i had a huge problem with when i listened to it for the first time, the one with doctor daniel. but that's waaaays away, ill be fine!! what's this next one? hm, a spider statement about an addict trying to stay clean while everyone around them tells them that they should just give up and give in? pffff, easyyy, it was a breeze listening to that one back then!!

episode 172:

me, an ex-addict that's been clean since shortly after finishing tma the first time: ..................oh

[valiantphantomangel]

Hey hey! :D I have a small request if you have time and want to! Soo if you got time and want to could you pls write ler!loki with lee!female reader? Maybe Loki somehow finds out the oh so tough agent that’s been constantly teasing him (back) is ticklish and that adorably so? Feel free to add whatever :)

I wish a great day/night and feel free to just skip the ask ^^

A/n: I hope you enjoy and I'm so sorry that it took so long!

The oh so tough agent.

A V's scareoween special.

You hide your emotions well, Loki had to admit that but he wasn't called the God of mischief, lies and stories just because it sounded cool.

It all happened late one night, Tony had decided to break out the Halloween decorations and you were walking around to look at all of them.

You had never really had a Halloween party, no matter how bad you wanted it because it wasn't really popular in your country but now walking around under all the decorations.

It made you a little emotional, you had always tried to be indifferent about everything but when you were alone, you showed how you really felt.

All though you weren't completely alone.

Loki was standing in a shadowy corner, watching as awe filled your eyes.

Just as you turned around to look at the somehow floating pumpkin's you heard a voice behind you "Well well well, who would have thought the tough little agent wasn't so tough after all"

"Loki! What are you doing here?!" You gasped as you turned around. Your mask falling back into place.

He didn't respond, just walked over to you and stood beside you. Looking up at the giant jack-o'-lantern that Stark put up.

"You know, if I didn't know any better I would say you're quite a nice person" you said trying to act a lot colder then you are.

"Do you?"

"Do I what?"

"Know better?"

Without any further or do Loki literally launched himself at you and tackled you onto the carpet.

"Loki! What in the high heavens are you doing!" You yell as you try and fight your way out of his grip.

"You, my little agent, may think that your good at hiding this but I've seen your little smiles when my oaf of a brother chases Sargeant Barnes when he threatens to steal his pop tarts, or when Wilson managed to blow something up again" Loki said as he pulled your arms above your head and pinned them there "But you also have a very different reaction, how your face turns slightly red when Stark tickles the spiderling when he's feeling down. I wonder why that would have any effect on you"

He slowly, teasingly unbuckled your bullet proof vest that you always wore and lightly traced your ribs over your thin shirt.

"Could it be that the tough S. H. I. E. L. D agent... Is devastatingly ticklish?"

"I have no idea what you're talking abHIHIHI" you couldn't even finish your sentence as Loki suddenly prodded at your ribs.

"My my i guess that means that I'm right" he muttered as he slowly inched his hands to rest on your ribs.

"Loki we can talk about this" you said with a nervous giggle.

He stilled for a moment before giving you his famous smirk "you should have thought about that before you started teasing me back" before diving in without mercy.

You let out a scream of laughter and your back arched, you legs fought around to get out of his death grip.

"LOKIHIHHIHI!" you screamed through your laughter as he suddenly switched to your hip bones, how he knew where you where ticklish was beyond where you could think right now.

"Who knew the agent could be so adorable" he mused as he spidered around before blowing a long raspberry in-between your neck and shoulder.

"HAHAHHAHHAHHA" your face was red and a wide smile split your face in half you didn't even know that you were this ticklish.

After what felt like hours he finally let up but continues to sit on your waist.

"If you tell- anyone about this I'm going to kill you" you said through gasps of air but unfortunately your smile betrayed your death threat.

"Yeah I've heard that one before" Loki said with a grin, he stood up and pulled you up as well even though your legs felt like jelly.

"I'll see you later, little agent" he said with a smirk before disappearing.

As you walked back to your room you slowly began to realise something, he never said he wouldn't tell anyone.

[yes-i-am-happyaspie]

❄May Your Days Be Merry and Bright Series🎄

by happyaspie

All of my G rated winter and holiday themed fics in one place!

Peter Parker's December Shenanigans  [1999]

A collection of related short stories that center around Winter/Christmas. Everything from Advent to New Year's Eve. [This fic is a continuation of Peter Parker's October but could also be read alone.]

The Definition of Anything  [2020]

The heater in Peter's apartment goes out on the coldest day of the year and the landlord seemed to be overrun with maintenance requests. Calling Tony to help him out seemed like the next logical solution. After all, he had told him many, many times that he should call him if he ever needed anything.  The man had never really specified what 'anything' meant but he figured that by definition, 'I'm cold and you know how to fix things.', fell into that category. Right?

Secret Sugarplum Spiderling [2020]

Peter has been taking ballet for nearly as long as he can remember and all of his hard work has finally paid off. He's been cast as the Cavelier to the Sugarplum Fairy in his Performing Arts School's production of The Nutcracker. It's a big deal and it's going to take up a good bit of time but... he's just not sure he's ready for his mentor to know about that particular hobby just yet. He's sure it'll be fine ... All he has to do is show up at the studio on time, keep his grades up, make sure to see Tony on a regular enough basis that he doesn't worry and try to squeeze in some patrolling in between. It's that simple. Right?

Holiday Traditions [2021]

When a brief misunderstanding leaves Morgan thinking that Peter doesn’t like Christmas, Peter decides that it would be fun to teach her more about Hanukkah. In order to do so, he and May invite the Starks' to share in some of their holiday traditions.[This story is part of a post-Endgame AU. However, it can easily be read on it's own!]

Well, Merry Sickmas, I Guess [2021]

Peter is sick, Christmas is right around the corner and May had no idea how to help him. Naturally they end up in Tony’s medbay. It doesn’t take long for Peter to be diagnosed with nothing more than some mild dehydration and a nasty stomach bug. However, knowing she can’t take Peter to just any hospital should things go downhill, leaves May feeling a little nervous. …And that’s how Peter and May end up spending the holiday with Tony Stark in his Penthouse apartment. [12/14] Now featuring a short and completely unplanned Bruce Banner centric chapter 2!

Merry Stitchamas  [2022]

All Peter wanted to was to cook May a really nice dinner for when she got home from her Christmas Eve shift. He'd thought it out and was excited to put it all together-- until the knife slipped and he accidentally cut his thumb. The good news is, he knows exactly who to call.

“Hey, Mr. Stark!” Peter greeted with as much enthusiasm as he could pull together given the circumstances. “I, uh, I know it’s Christmas Eve and all, but can I ask you a really quick question?”

Calm Still Night  [2022]

Just a quick fic about Tony enjoying the Penthouse's warm Christmasy atmosphere with Peter by his side.

Seeing is Believing  [2022]

Young Peter Parker, who has started doubting the existence of Christmas Magic, is given the opportunity to board a train heading for the North Pole. The entire night is one big adventure as he meets new friends, makes some spontaneous decisions, and has the best, most magical time of his life. [This fic is based on the film version of The Polar Express. However, you don't have to have seen the movie to enjoy the story!]

Snow-cation [2023]

After Tony's elaborate family winter getaway plans are grounded due to the early arrival of some snow, Peter does his best to make sure everyone still has a good time. Especially Tony, who seems more than a little put out by the disruption.

Toasty Warm  [2023]

Peter comes to the tower after a night of patrolling in the cold- with a broken heater. Tony helps him warm up, with hot cocoa and warm blankets, and a hoodie straight from the dryer.

🆕 Best Night Ever  [2023]

Peter’s been promised a night of ice skating. At first, things didn't go quite as he planned. But in a joyful turn of events, he ends up having a night filled with unexpected surprises, a walk in the snow, the promised ice skating adventure and several heartwarming moments. It all wraps up with a few holiday treats and a lot of family bonding.

✨Coming Soon! ✨

Santa Impersonator Happy [Dec. 14th 2023]

Happy walks into the F.E.A.S.T. building prepared to drop off a check and leave. Then Peter uses his big brown eyes to convince him to stay and help out. He just wished he'd asked a few more questions before agreeing.

"Santa. You want me to dress up as- Santa?

How Spidey Saved Christmas [Dedc. 20th 2023]

After rescuing a few stolen shopping bags, Spider-Man stumbles upon Santa Claus and his damaged sleigh in Central Park. With Tony's help, Peter is able to get Santa back in the air, thus saving Christmas. As an added bonus, he’s able to get Tony back the nice list as well. Santa thanks Peter by inviting him to assist in delivering some gifts Including the ones he’d saved! Together, they fly through the night, spreading holiday cheer. "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"

[reginaphalangelobster125]

Glee

You sat in the living room watching TV while Pepper was cooking dinner in the kitchen. You were just channel surfing until you saw one of your favourite shows had a new episode. The show played and you gasped and screamed when Holly Holliday came on screen.

"VIRGINIA POTTS GET OUT HERE NOW!!!!!"

"What happened? Are you okay?"

"I fear I may never be okay again"

"What is i-, oh shit"

She saw the TV in front of you both and she saw herself singing.

"How could you keep this from me?!"

"I had to do it for publicity reasons, now please turn it off"

"Oh there is no way in HELL I'm doing that"

"Pleeeeeease?"

"Noooooooo! Now come here, sit with me" You say patting the spot next to you on the couch. She plops down, defeated, and watches the rest of the episode with you.

"I don't see why you're embarrassed, you are an amazing singer"

"Oh shut up!"

"Hey!"

The Next Day

"Guys, you have to watch it"

"I don't like Glee" Nat says.

"What's Glee?" Steve asks.

"It's a television show about singing teenagers" Bruce explains.

"I don't like singing" Bucky deadpans.

"Just sit and watch, all of you!"

"Alright, geez" Tony says.

Everyone piled onto the couches and you put the same episode of Glee on that you had recorded without Pepper noticing.

"Holy shit" Tony says, you could say astounded by what he had just seen.

"Ah Lady Pepper, I did not know she could sing" Thor booms.

"Neither did I" Almost everyone responds.

"I just, I can't believe it" Tony says.

After the episode finishes you all go back to your normal activities around the common room, waiting for Pepper to come in. As she walks in no one says anything, just acting casual until Steve gently hums Singing In The Rain, so quietly you can barely hear it.

"Hey Bucky, do you have your umbrella?" Clint says.

"Yeah"

"Oh, is it going to rain?" Tony asks innocently.

"Looks like it" Clint responds.

Thor walks out of the game room and turns to Peter.

"Spiderling, which is better X-box or Atari?"

"Most people like X-box but I prefer Atari"

"Wanda did you get the snacks?" Nat asks.

"No I tried but I guess the change in my pocket wasn't enough"

Pepper notices and her eyes start to narrow in on you.

"Hey, can someone help me with the toaster? I'm not sure what I did to it but it won't work anymore" Sam asks.

"Give it here. You know, I pity the fool that falls in love with you" Tony says as he takes the toaster from his hands.

"Yeah I definitely think it's gonna rain, I can stare at the clouds so dark up above" You say.

"Don't worry Doll, you can stand under my umbrella" Bucky says.

"Y/N!!!!!!" Pepper yells, you can see her going red.

"Oops, gotta go guys" You say as you run out of the room with Pepper hot on your tail.

"I wonder how long she's gonna be mad" Steve says.

"Oh, it'll be a while" Tony responds with a smirk.

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[inkforhumanhands]

I am :chinhands: at any DVD commentary you'd like to share, so for the "questions for fic writers" game: 2, 17, 37, and (only if you are comfortable sharing!!) 49:D

2. Go to your AO3 “Works” page, to the sidebar with all the filters, and click the drop-down arrow for “Additional Tags.” What are your top 3-5 most used tags? Do you think they accurately represent your writing habits?

Ficlet (30) Humor (20) Angst (13) POV Matt Murdock (10) Getting Together (9) Seems like I tagged all the ficlets in my ficlet series with that lol. However, I wouldn't say I am "a ficlet writer." These are mostly from the writer's month challenge I did way back. As for humor and angst, yes lol. I feel like crangst (crack + angst) is kind of the niche I've carved out for myself: silly scenarios with a bit of ouch. The POV thing is interesting, but it looks like AO3 doesn't necessarily include all of your tags in order because I have 9 fics tagged POV Foggy and it didn't show up in my list. I guess I'm pretty evenly split on whose POV I write. And getting together? Yes! My favorite thing to write lol. Established relationship is generally a lot less interesting to me, so I don't write it as much.

17. What highly specific AU do you want to read or write even though you might be the only person to appreciate it?

I have two, but I actually think other people would enjoy them just fine. One is a LOTR-esque mattfoggy story, for which I have zero details other than traveling together on the run, hurt/comfort vibes, and the requisite fantasy elements. The other is an FMA (Full Metal Alchemist) earth-65 mattfoggy fusion I came up with together with @amazing-spiderling where young Murderdock tries to resurrect his mother and as part of the toll for trying to do so his personality gets split in half. "Mike," aka the "good" part of Murderdock's personality, is thus relegated to Truth's realm for the most part- except for when he manages to briefly possess Murderdock. You fill in the rest.

37. Promote one of your own “deep cut” fics (an underrated one, or one that never got as much traction as you think it deserves!). What do you like about it?

My obligatory answer for this kind of question is always going to be Conditionals. I think the psychological horror tag turns people off lol since that's not usually what they're reading mattfoggy for XD But I think I did a pretty good job with the linguistics/"what if" motif throughout, and there's some really fun writing in it! If I was going to pick another low-kudos fic, I suppose I'd go with To the Dregs. This is one of the aforementioned ficlets, and I don't think it's particularly good. But it is one I have tentative plans to come back to and rewrite as part of a larger fic where Karen and Foggy try resurrecting Matt after Midland Circle and it, of course, goes horribly wrong.

49. What are you currently working on? Share a few lines if you’re up for it!

As usual I have many WIPs, but the one I'm committed to right now is a MikeFoggy fake dating one with MattFoggy endgame. It's shaping up to be quite fun, I think! Have a little snippet: “I had something else in mind,” Mike said, coy as one of the maidens in the period romance novels he’d been reading of late. Foggy froze, every inch of his body going rigid with the exception of his face, which flipped through the five stages of grief before he managed to school it into an expression of stoicism. “You signed an agreement not to proposition me for sex anymore, don’t forget.” “It’s not that,” Mike reassured him begrudgingly, though the tiny voice inside of him he liked to think of as his anti-conscience added, but would that really be so bad? “I want….” He took a deep breath. “I want you to pretend that we’re dating in front of Matt.”

Thanks for the ask! Here's the full list if anyone else wants to join in on the fun.

[professional-benaddict]

i'm so excited for drug raid pt 2!

part one here!! eeee took forever before I got around to part two bUt here it is!! I hope y'all like it xx

Cop Tony, paramedic Stephen, 18+ Little Peter, Littles are known verse, police raids, drug dealing, illegal drug use, referenced forced drug use, referenced kidnapping, past abuse, withdrawal, hospitalisation, whump, angst, comfort, 1.5k

The next day, Tony waltzes into the hospital with a latte in his hand. Still riding the high of the raid from the night before, the cop feels at the top of his game. He and the rest of the department have the upper hand. The evidence and statements keep pouring in, and it’s all in their favour, which means not so much in the drug dealers’ favour. It’s their third successful raid in just two months, and yet this feels different. The stakes feel higher, and Tony feels like he should be here taking the Little’s statement. He was the one who found him after all, abused and forcefully drugged at the hands of the drug dealers, and on top of it all he was manhandled by an overly excited SWAT guy. Perhaps the SWAT guy had an aggression problem. He wouldn’t be the first. 

Tony’s intentions feel more pure than that of the SWAT guys, at least to him, and he likes to think that that was why Fury let him come take the Little’s statement out of all the other officers. To be honest, he likes the kid. He’s intrigued, and not just professionally. Tony doesn’t exactly know what it is, but he’s giddy while waiting in line at the reception to find where his informant is. 

“You can just go wait in the car if you want, honey bear.” Tony teases to Rhodey, who’s with him at the hospital. They are partners after all, and they go everywhere together. Well, maybe not everywhere since Rhodey actually takes him up on the offer, muttering something about his overly sensitive nose and the antiseptic smell of the hospital being a perfect mix for a headache. Tony waves him off and tells him to get out of there before he gets cranky. 

The receptionist is not able to tell Tony exactly where Peter is, but directs him to the neurological wing where they can show him where the Little is. So, Tony heads up and tosses his empty latte cup on his way there. After some more waiting and flashing of his badge, Tony is escorted by a nurse to see Peter. 

“He’s going through withdrawal, and quite badly too. Don’t stress him out, okay? You can always come back another time.” The nurse informs while they walk through some automatic and lockable doors. 

“How long is he gonna be here?” 

“Till the withdrawal wears off, but the doctor is planning on having him on psych hold when the withdrawal is over. The Little’s handle it the worst, you know? He’s having awful nightmares and suicidal thoughts already. Poor babe…” The nurse adds sadly. 

“Yeah…” Tony agrees quietly and steps a bit to the side to let a transporter pushing an empty bed pass them in the hallway. A bit further down the eggshell coloured hallway, the nurse stops and gestures to a door. 

“I’ll just head in first and see how he is.” The nurse smiles and slips through the door, leaving Tony to wait in the hallway alone. 

The cop resists the urge to look through the window in the door. Just what kind of shape is Peter in? Last time Tony saw him he was unconscious after a seizure. It’s almost unheard of that Littles take drugs, precisely because they can hardly handle it. Their vulnerable bodies cave in at the smallest doses, while a caregiver like Tony could take triple the dose and still get up the next morning. And that is why Littles are never legally punished for drug possession, and instead they are put into treatment to get rehabbed. Some might say that is the same as prison, if you think about the principals of each setting. Limited freedom. And yet there’s a major difference. Tony isn’t here to arrest Peter, only talk to him. 

A few moments later, when Tony is about to give in and peak in through the window, the nurse exists again and invites the cop in. The hospital room is quite sad, actually. There’s signs of attempts to make it Little-friendly, but the poorly drawn and creepy cartoon dinosaur has the opposite effect that what was probably intended. The hospital bed is Little proof though, with side rails going all around the bed to keep the patient safe. And Peter does look safe, but also absolutely terrible. 

The big, brown eyes go wide when he lays his eyes on Tony, and the cop stays back a bit. The nurse comes forward then and guides Peter to lay back again when he tries to get up. The boy’s movements are clumsy and shaky. Tony guesses he is experiencing muscle aches and fatigue. 

“No, no- I don’t- I didn’t…” Peter stutters and looks pleadingly at the nurse. The cop tries to ignore the feeling of being assigned ‘the bad guy’ role, even though he has not said a word yet. He wouldn’t be surprised if the drug dealers brainwashed the boy to never trust cops, or anyone else outside their gag for that matter. Just another manipulation tactic to keep him in check. As if forcefully drugging him isn’t enough. 

“Shhh, honey bee. The police office is just going to speak to you. It’s all right.” The nurse coos. 

“I didn’t wan’ to do it. They forced me, please…”

“I know, sweetheart, I know. That’s what the officer is here to talk to you about. Just tell the truth and everything will work out, okay? You can push the button anytime and Amanda or one of the other nurses will come, okay?” 

And with that the nurse takes her leave, but not before whispering to Tony to take it easy. The officer nods and thanks her, then turns to the boy on the bed. 

He looks absolutely terrible, that much is obvious. It looks like Peter is hollow inside, and that his skin is just a facade made of the thinest paper. It the wind where to blow, it might just take Peter along with it. But, Tony knows he is not all hollow inside. The boy’s eyes are pained, and it looks like he is aching to tell his truth, to get everything that is inside out into the world and to someone who can do something. Something to save him. And Tony wants to do precisely that, and so he sits on the chair next to the bed with a soft smile. 

“Hi.” 

“Hi…” 

“I’m Officer Stark, but you can call me Tony.” The officer starts. “You’re Peter. What’s your full name?” 

“Benjamin Parker. Peter Benjamin Parker.” 

“Benjamin, huh? That’s cute.” 

“Is’ after my uncle.”

“Is he around?” 

“Dead.” The Little deadpans, fiddling with the hospital blanket. 

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Tony says sincerely. “Do you have any other family around? Someone we could call?” 

“No- uhm, they all dead. But, Beck took me in.” 

“Quentin Beck? Right.” Tony sighs a bit. Quentin Beck, as in the Beck who is now in custody at the station. They are still putting together the bigger picture and hierarchy of the gang at the station, but it seems like Beck is in the middle there somewhere. And it seems like Peter is very much in the middle of it all too. “Tell me what happened, from the beginning.” 

Peter talks for over half an hour. The boy is so detailed in his descriptions, like he has a photographic memory, that Tony barely has to ask follow up questions, and instead listens as carefully as he can while noting down some key words in his notepad. Sometimes, the boy has to pause to catch his breath or stop himself from crying, but by the end of it the tears finally spill over when Peter starts describing how Beck and the others would drug him against his will. At one point, the boy’s crying is so pained that Tony reaches out to hold his hand. Peter clutches back, like Tony is his anchor in the storm that is his emotional and psychological turmoil. The Little definitely needs to be on psych hold. 

In the middle of Peter’s cry, a nurse knocks on the door and enters with a concerned look. She must have been altered due to Peter’s heart rate picking up due to the crying. 

“Is everything all right here?” The nurse asks, giving Tony a look. The officer feels like she is accusing him of going too hard on the Little. Once again the bad guy. 

“Is- is okay, Amanda…” Peter hiccups and dries his tears bravely. He forces a smile at the nurse when she comes over to check on him. 

“Okay, sweetheart, but I think this is enough for today. You need to rest.” Amanda orders kindly, and once again she gives Tony a look. Getting the implied message, Tony rises from his seat and tucks his notepad, now his very precious notepad, into his jacket. 

“I’ll come back another time, then.” The officer says. 

And Tony does exactly that. 

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[jpat82]

Secret World

Chapter 9

     "Hey Echo!" He called out, waving his hand in the air even though I had already seen him. I sped up a bit, throwing a casual glance over my shoulder toward the car only to see Happy shaking his head as he pulled away.

    "Hey Peter." I smiled back and stopped as I got closer. "How was school?"

    "Meh, it was school. You know how that goes." He shrugged as I followed him away from the building down the street. "How was the rest your of night?"

    "Actually, that was the most sleep I've gotten in a couple years." I chuckled softly, looking down at the ground.

    "Seriously?" He asked taken back as the both we walked on the sidewalk, the exhaust from cars passing us lingering in the air.

    "Yeah, I've been on my own for a while." I admitted, I could feel my heart slowly started to speed up. I crossed my arms in front of my chest out of instinct.

     "Really? Like what did you do?" He asked, looking over at me. I bit my bottom lip, trying even think of where to start. "You know what?"

    Suddenly he darted in front of me, causing me to abruptly stop so I didn't walk into him. I stared at him as he grinned at me, he had his thumbs under the straps of his backpack giving him almost a comical look.

     "Let's go have fun, we can go an arcade or movie.. or we can just walk around. Whatever you want." He beamed, I couldn't help but smile back.

    "Peter, I don't have any money. And the idea of movie where it's dark doesn't exactly thrill me." I replied with a sigh, he gave a small shake of his head as he pull one hand away from his backpack and held it up.

     "I have some money, and as I said I know an arcade. We can play some games, and just hang out." He told me. "So what do you say?"

    I bit on my lip trying not to grin, it had been years since I had had a care free day. One that wasn't interrupted by the thought of the shadow creatures or running from people. At least here nobody knew me, here I had someone that maybe I could rely on. I nodded my head to him and watched his smile grow.

     "Arcade it is." He hooked his head and stepped off to the side.

    We wound through the streets, Peter talked about the various studies he was going through. The kid was smart, hella smart. Making me feel kind of left out on the things I missed having been pulled out of school when I was. The fact I never actually made it to high school.

Peter was very animated as he talked, his face always so full expression.

"So, I have a question." I spoke up, his eyes wide as he walked backwards in front me.

"What's up?" He replied.

"So that first day, the one where you found me in the street." I started, braving myself to put myself out there a bit more.

"You mean the one where you called me Spiderling." He nodded.

"I looked up the snap, as I'm sure you could tell. Are you the guy they called Spider-Man in the news reports?" I asked, I could see the neon sign behind him that shouted movies and arcade.

"Don't tell anybody." He quickly stated, stopping in his tracts.

"Peter, who exactly am I going to tell? The people I stayed with last night? I'm sure they know, am I right?" I replied.

"Okay, maybe you have a point. But, I mean, if you run into anybody you know." He winked and gave me a nudge as we crossed the street.

    "Ha ha, web boy." I shot back, following him inside.

     "So, all joking aside, what was your world like?" He asked, we walked around the arcade, kids loitered about, the dings and music of the games played over the music coming out of the speakers. The lights were slightly dimmer but it wasn't dark inside.

     "Depressing. There was war everywhere for the most part, I guess not to much different from here. Besides there isn't any aliens or robots to blame it on. Super hero's don't exist, I wish they did." I shook my head as he dropped some change into a pin ball machine, he offered to let me play first by motioning. "Let me see how it works."

     "You don't know how to play pin ball?" He asked, his eyes widening again and he purposely dropped his jar lower.

     "Never had a chance. I've been on the run for the last four years." I shrugged.

     "Alright, you watch me, and tell me more about your world. Then you try? Deal?" He stuck his hand out, I took and shook it.

    "Deal." I replied, watching as the ball rolled into place.

    "So can I ask though why you've been on the run the last four years?" He asked, his eyes glued downward as he pulled a leveler back and let go causing the ball to shoot forward.

     "Well, it’s cause I can see things. Like I told you, but also.. I see creatures, these things in the shadows. My mom couldn't raise me because she didn't know how to deal with it so after sending me to mental institutions she sent me to live with my Aunt and Uncle." I told him, watching as he hit the buttons on the side, causing the little paddles inside the machine to flip any time the ball came near. "She was awesome, she was the one to give me the name Echo. Unfortunately late one night, someone shot her, the P.D. said it was a mugging gone wrong but I just couldn't deal with it."

     "I'm sorry Echo, the same kind of thing happened to my uncle." Peter replied, his words were sincere, as he continued to watched what he was doing.

    "It was about that time word got around school, and the some guys from the government showed up at our apartment. They talked my Uncle into me going with them, and they ran a bunch of tests on me. Late one night, I had just about had it." I tried to explain, trying not delve to far into the past where it hurt. "I had been screaming in the metal room they locked me in, and went to test the door knob and it was unlocked. It was weird, the entire hall was empty and dark, it's the only time I didn't the shadow creatures but I didn't wait around."

     By this point Peters game had stopped and he was leaning his hip against the machine and just listened to me. Nodding while I spoke.

    "I took off, got a prepaid debt card, panhandled, did some illegal stuff, like opening cards in others peoples names. Did everything I could to stay alive. I was squatting in a house for a bit, but.." I shrugged, I took a deep breath as I looked around. He stepped to the side, grabbing my arm and pulled me toward the machine.

“Let me just say, if aliens wind up implanting eggs in my chest or something and I eat one of you, I'm sorry." I heard his voice crystal clear even though his lips weren’t moving. Peter raised his eye brow as I must’ve made a face.

“I don't want another single pop culture reference out of you for the rest of the trip. You understand?" I recognized the voice as the one that said Spiderling before.

“I'm trying to say that something is coming.”

“Seriously, you made a reference to Aliens?” I asked chuckling as I stared at him.

“What?” He asked genuinely confused.

“You were talking about eggs implanting in your chest.” I giggled even harder. “I gotta know what brought that on.”

“Oh, when I was on a spaceship in space.” He replied dead serious as he moved behind me to the other side. “Me and Mr Stark and a bunch of other guys were fighting aliens on their ship or donut, whatever it was.”

“That must of been intense.” I replied looking at him wide eyed.

“Dude, this alien kind of looked like Squidard, and he could make these crystal like knife things and move things with his mind. We ended up cutting a hole in the side of the ship like in that movie and sucked him out.” He told me excitedly, I just stared in wide eyed confusion.

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