#overraness

[sleep-deprived-m0th]

Ever wanna summon a child of Apollo?

Simple.

Dolly Parton is overra-

[if-one-of-us-falls]

kaladin stormblessed is so overra- ahem. again. kaladin stormblessed suc- no, nope. kaladin stormblessed ain't sh- sorry boss i can't do this. happy april's fools

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Awkward Questions

(Toothcup week - Dragon Hybrid AU) 

There was a house on the edge of the cove. It was a big house. There was a miniature forge on the side, powered by the stream running past the house, and a climbing frame behind it, with bars to hang from and ropes to swing on. There was a series of ramps leading down from the house into the cove.

Inside the main bedroom of the house, Toothless and Hiccup were asleep one morning. Toothless’ head was tucked under Hiccup’s arm, and Hiccup was on his back snoring softly. All was peaceful and content, and then… “Mummy.”

Their youngest child, already three years old, was awake. “Mummy. Mummy!”

Hiccup groaned and rolled over. “Yes sweetheart?” he mumbled.

“Wanna get up! Mummy!”

Toothless yawned hugely. *Our daughter’s awake*, he observed.

“S’ too early. Right now she’s your daughter,” Hiccup muttered, eyes closed.

He got a slobbery lick on the cheek, before Toothless stretched and padded over to the cot. Elska beamed up at him. “Daddy!” she giggled, her wings fluttering. Toothless nuzzled her, and when she grabbed onto his head, he carefully lifted her out of the cot and deposited her onto their nest of furs.

Hiccup sat up in bed, yawning, and smiled at her. “Good morning, little lady.”

Elska threw herself at him in a full body pounce, and of course her knee landed right in his groin. “OH!… Kay! That hurt. You gotta be careful, darling. I don’t know what you’re laughing at,” he glared at Toothless, who was chuckling.

The little girl draped over his chest giggled, and his heart melted. “Love you!”

“Aww. I love you too.” She beamed at him and patted his chest.

“Mummy?”

“Yeah?”

“How come…” Elska paused. “How come you don’t have boobies?”

Hiccup stared at her. “Where did you hear a word like that?”

She fidgeted. “From… from ‘Vera.”

“And why was Overra talking about… boobies?”

“Cos she said mummies have boobies.”

“Okay…”

“An’ your my mummy.”

“Yeah.”

“So where’s your boobies?” she demanded, pouting at him.

Hiccup looked at Toothless, who unhelpfully replied *good question, sweetie.*

“Aha… yeah. Um, you see, women have uh… boobies. Not men. Like me.”

Elska looked confused. “What’s… women?”

“They’re girls that are all grown up. And men are boys that are all grown up.”

His daughter considered this. “‘Vera’s a girl,” she observed.

“She is. Just like you.”

“Is she gonna get boobies?”

The conversation was taking a turn Hiccup really didn’t want to go down with a toddler. “Uh… Speaking of Overra, why don’t you go help daddy wake up her and Skelse?” he suggested. Elska gleefully scrambled onto Toothless’ shoulders, more than eager to go and disturb her older sister and brother.

Toothless trotted off with their youngest daughter in tow, and Hiccup retrieved his peg leg before dragging himself out of bed. He went to the kitchen and began frying some eggs and sausages for breakfast. Shouts came from up in the loft; then the door opened and Overra leapt out, landing in a crouch on the kitchen floor. “Morning, mum. Elska bit my ear,” she complained, rubbing it.

He checked it and said “I think you’ll be fine. Your sister just gets overexcited.”

Skelse was next to emerge, though he came down the ramp instead. “You have wings, dummy” said Overra. “You don’t have to walk, you can just fly.”

“What’s the point? It’s only a few feet,” he retorted.

“That’s enough you two,” warned Hiccup. Toothless came down the ramp, carrying Elska. “Sweetie, you shouldn’t bite your sister on the ear. Say sorry.”

Elska pouted stubbornly. Toothless looked apologetic. *I thought she was just going to lick Overra’s ear, not bite it,* he explained. *Elska, say sorry to Overra.*

“… Sorry, ‘Vera.”

“It’s okay,” Overra replied magnanimously. Hiccup plated up breakfast for all of them, buttered himself some bread, and gave Toothless a couple of extra sausages. Toothless still mostly ate raw fish, but he’d gotten into the habit of eating cooked food every now and again. Only if it was juicy meat, of course.

Whilst she was picking at her cut up sausages and fried egg, Elska looked up at Overra. “‘Vera? Are you gonna get boobies?” she asked innocently.

Hiccup nearly choked. Skelse burst out laughing. Overra shrugged. “Yeah, one day. Cos I’m a girl. You’re gonna get them too, you know,” she told Elska.

“No.”

“Yeah.”

Elska scowled. “I don’t want boobies!”

“Don’t shout, please,” Hiccup insisted. She pouted even more.

“You have to have boobies,” said Overra, “cos you’re a girl. All girls get boobies when they grow up, that’s the rules.”

“I don’t wanna be a girl!”

“You are a girl! Mummy says so.”

“No!” Elska was on the verge of tears. Toothless leaned over and nuzzled her.

Skelse managed to stop giggling long enough to say “you can be a boy, El.”

“No. I don’t wanna be a boy!”

“You gotta pick one,” declared Overra.  

“I don’t wanna!”

Toothless growled, just loud enough to startle them all into silence. Then he

nuzzled Elska again. *Don’t worry, sweetheart. You don’t have to be a girl or a boy if you don’t want to. You can be whatever you like,* he reassured her. Elska just stared at him blankly, then giggled when he scrunched his nose up for her.

Overra frowned. “How come she gets to not be a girl and I don’t?”

*You don’t have to be a girl either. Think about it. If you three can be half human and half dragon, and Hiccup can be your mummy even though he’s a man with no boobies* - this set them off giggling again - *then why do you have to be just a girl or just a boy? You should be whatever you want to be.*

Hiccup smiled at the inspiring words. “That’s really sweet, love. Now since we’re on the topic… Overra, why on Midgard did you tell Elska about boobies?”

“I didn’t!”

“She said you told her only mummies have them.”

“No, Scrufflout said that, and I said no, cos you don’t have ‘em, and he’s dumb. I wasn’t even talking to Elska, she’s just making stuff up,” Overra insisted.

“Now, don’t be mean. She probably just got mixed up; she is only three.”

“I’m a big girl!” Elska protested. “Mummy, I want more sausage.”

He raised an eyebrow. “What’s the magic word?”

“….Please.”

Overra asked “can I have more sausages too, please, mummy?”

Skelse eagerly added “me too, please!”

*Can I have another one please?* Toothless asked hopefully. They all put on their puppy-dog eyes, and Hiccup sighed, getting up to fry more sausages.

After a few moments of pop and sizzle, Elska wondered “mummy?”

“Yes, darling?”

“…. What is a boobies?”  

[grunge-flavored-flowers]

“Nirvana is overra—“

Shut up however cool you think you are I guarantee you you’re at least that cringy or more

[windy-trickster]

Hey Lumi, who do you work for?

“Myself.” -> The Indigoblood had an air of annoyance in their face as they spoke. “If you assumed I worked for some s⇞upid, overra⇞ed big brand name company or wha⇞ever. ⇞hen you’d be sadly mis⇞aken.”

[miajolensdevotion]

May 4 2021

Verse: 2 samuel 18 Write/ Copy Gods words :

18 And David numbered the people that were with him, and set captains of thousands, and captains of hundreds over them. 2 And David sent forth a third part of the people under the hand of Joab, and a third part under the hand of Abishai the son of Zeruiah, Joab's brother, and a third part under the hand of Ittai the Gittite. And the king said unto the people, I will surely go forth with you myself also. 3 But the people answered, Thou shalt not go forth: for if we flee away, they will not care for us; neither if half of us die, will they care for us: but now thou art worth ten thousand of us: therefore now it is better that thou succour us out of the city. 4 And the king said unto them, What seemeth you best I will do. And the king stood by the gate side, and all the people came out by hundreds and by thousands. 5 And the king commanded Joab and Abishai and Ittai, saying, Deal gently for my sake with the young man, even with Absalom. And all the people heard when the king gave all the captains charge concerning Absalom. 6 So the people went out into the field against Israel: and the battle was in the wood of Ephraim; 7 Where the people of Israel were slain before the servants of David, and there was there a great slaughter that day of twenty thousand men. 8 For the battle was there scattered over the face of all the country: and the wood devoured more people that day than the sword devoured. 9 And Absalom met the servants of David. And Absalom rode upon a mule, and the mule went under the thick boughs of a great oak, and his head caught hold of the oak, and he was taken up between the heaven and the earth; and the mule that was under him went away. 10 And a certain man saw it, and told Joab, and said, Behold, I saw Absalom hanged in an oak. 11 And Joab said unto the man that told him, And, behold, thou sawest him, and why didst thou not smite him there to the ground? and I would have given thee ten shekels of silver, and a girdle. 12 And the man said unto Joab, Though I should receive a thousand shekels of silver in mine hand, yet would I not put forth mine hand against the king's son: for in our hearing the king charged thee and Abishai and Ittai, saying, Beware that none touch the young man Absalom. 13 Otherwise I should have wrought falsehood against mine own life: for there is no matter hid from the king, and thou thyself wouldest have set thyself against me. 14 Then said Joab, I may not tarry thus with thee. And he took three darts in his hand, and thrust them through the heart of Absalom, while he was yet alive in the midst of the oak. 15 And ten young men that bare Joab's armour compassed about and smote Absalom, and slew him. 16 And Joab blew the trumpet, and the people returned from pursuing after Israel: for Joab held back the people. 17 And they took Absalom, and cast him into a great pit in the wood, and laid a very great heap of stones upon him: and all Israel fled every one to his tent. 18 Now Absalom in his lifetime had taken and reared up for himself a pillar, which is in the king's dale: for he said, I have no son to keep my name in remembrance: and he called the pillar after his own name: and it is called unto this day, Absalom's place. 19 Then said Ahimaaz the son of Zadok, Let me now run, and bear the king tidings, how that the Lord hath avenged him of his enemies. 20 And Joab said unto him, Thou shalt not bear tidings this day, but thou shalt bear tidings another day: but this day thou shalt bear no tidings, because the king's son is dead. 21 Then said Joab to Cushi, Go tell the king what thou hast seen. And Cushi bowed himself unto Joab, and ran. 22 Then said Ahimaaz the son of Zadok yet again to Joab, But howsoever, let me, I pray thee, also run after Cushi. And Joab said, Wherefore wilt thou run, my son, seeing that thou hast no tidings ready? 23 But howsoever, said he, let me run. And he said unto him, Run. Then Ahimaaz ran by the way of the plain, and overran Cushi. 24 And David sat between the two gates: and the watchman went up to the roof over the gate unto the wall, and lifted up his eyes, and looked, and behold a man running alone. 25 And the watchman cried, and told the king. And the king said, If he be alone, there is tidings in his mouth. And he came apace, and drew near. 26 And the watchman saw another man running: and the watchman called unto the porter, and said, Behold another man running alone. And the king said, He also bringeth tidings. 27 And the watchman said, Me thinketh the running of the foremost is like the running of Ahimaaz the son of Zadok. And the king said, He is a good man, and cometh with good tidings. 28 And Ahimaaz called, and said unto the king, All is well. And he fell down to the earth upon his face before the king, and said, Blessed be the Lord thy God, which hath delivered up the men that lifted up their hand against my lord the king. 29 And the king said, Is the young man Absalom safe? And Ahimaaz answered, When Joab sent the king's servant, and me thy servant, I saw a great tumult, but I knew not what it was. 30 And the king said unto him, Turn aside, and stand here. And he turned aside, and stood still. 31 And, behold, Cushi came; and Cushi said, Tidings, my lord the king: for the Lord hath avenged thee this day of all them that rose up against thee. 32 And the king said unto Cushi, Is the young man Absalom safe? And Cushi answered, The enemies of my lord the king, and all that rise against thee to do thee hurt, be as that young man is. 33 And the king was much moved, and went up to the chamber over the gate, and wept: and as he went, thus he said, O my son Absalom, my son, my son Absalom! would God I had died for thee, O Absalom, my son, my son!

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18 Now Absalom in his lifetime had taken and reared up for himself a pillar, which is in the king's dale: for he said, I have no son to keep my name in remembrance: and he called the pillar after his own name: and it is called unto this day, Absalom's place. 19 Then said Ahimaaz the son of Zadok, Let me now run, and bear the king tidings, how that the Lord hath avenged him of his enemies. 20 And Joab said unto him, Thou shalt not bear tidings this day, but thou shalt bear tidings another day: but this day thou shalt bear no tidings, because the king's son is dead.

Explain in your own words what you just read:

David knew just what to do in organizing his army. He set them into three divisions under the leadership of Joab, Abishai and Ittai the Gittite.

Commitment / what will i do : I will knew that the commander belonged out in the battle

[nasfera2]

Big booties are overra....I can't. Not even on April Fools Day.

[chilled-ice-cubes]

“kamui is overra-“ BOOM, GUNSHOT.

he’s a long haired bishonen who’s absolutely batshit insane, smiles a lot while killing people and has daddy issues AND mommy issues, what more do you need?? he is exactly rated

[mediculling]

+his is why having horns is overra+ed.

[whenstarkerwillbecanon]

Someone: Honestly, in my opinion Tom Holland is so overra-

Me:

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Little Sisters

Part Two

They kept the eggs warm and were very careful with them, and now at last it was time for them to hatch. Toothless, Hiccup, Overra and Skelse gathered round, feeling very excited. Cracks spread over the eggs as they rocked back and forth, until at last one of them broke in half. A little Night Fury tumbled out.

At least, she looked like a Night Fury; but damp auburn hairs grew between her scales, and whilst her back paws were clawed, her front paws looked more like chubby hands, with nails. “She’s fuzzy!” Overra giggled. “Hey, cutie. I’m your big sister!” she told the hatchling, who yawned and opened up - white eyes?

No, they were green; but the whites were visible, making her eyes look comically large, especially in such a small head. “How come the other one hasn’t hatched yet?” Skelse asked worriedly. The second egg was struggling.

Hiccup reached over and carefully prised the shell apart. The hatchling inside had brown scales instead of black, the same white-and-green eyes… “oh no.”

*What’s wrong?* Toothless asked at once, but then he saw. Her wings hadn’t grown properly; the limbs were there, and the spurs, but the membrane was missing. She and her sister mewled for food, and Toothless coughed up some fish for them. Then he set about licking them clean, doing so very carefully.

“Mum, what happened to her wings?” Overra sounded anxious. “Is she hurt?”

“I don’t think so…it’s okay,” he murmured, reaching out to his youngest daughter. She sniffed at his fingers curiously. “Her wings just…haven’t formed properly. There was always a risk something wouldn’t turn out…quite right.”

Skelse pointed out, “if she has no wings, she can’t fly. Shall I get grandma?”

Hiccup nodded. “Yeah, good idea. You may as well get everyone, if they’re not crowded outside the door right now.” Sure enough, as soon as Skelse opened the door to their hut, Tuffnut fell into the room. “You guys are so predictable.”

“We couldn’t wait to see the new babies!” declared Ruffnut, sauntering in.

“Can we see ‘em? I bet they’re adorable. They’re adorable, right?” asked Tuff as he scrambled to his feet. Fishlegs, Aegir, Stoick and Valka followed him in.

“Yeah, come on in, it’s not like we were having quality time together,” Hiccup couldn’t resist snarking. “They both seem fine, but…mom, have you ever heard of a dragon hatching without wings?” he asked his mother as she approached.

Valka frowned. “Hatching without…? Oh. Oh, you poor little thing,” she cooed, seeing the brown drakaina for the first time. “Her membranes…I haven’t seen it often, but it does happen occasionally. The truth is, hatchlings with these sorts of…disabilities, they don’t always live very” - Toothless cut her off with a growl.

“Is she gonna die?” Skelse demanded in alarm. Valka winced apologetically.

Hiccup assured his son, “no, of course not. Your godfather wouldn’t let that happen; right, guys?” he asked Ruff and Tuff, who nodded hastily. “See? Your sister will be just fine. She’s perfect the way she is, wings or no wings. In fact, if I can make a tail-fin for your dad, I can probably make wings for your sister.”

“She’s part Viking,” declared Stoick. “She’ll pull through. What’s her name?”

Overra pointed at the black, fuzzy hatchling. “Her name is gonna be Storm. I named her after our grandfather. I mean our other grandfather, our dad’s dad.”

“I wanna name the other one,” insisted Skelse. He tucked himself under Hiccup’s arm. “Mom, are you sure you can make her some new wings?”

“I can certainly try.” Hiccup stroked his hair. “What name d’you have in mind?”

Skelse frowned. “I wanna name her….Sparrow. Cos she’s brown,” he decided.

Toothless nuzzled him. *Those are great names. Storm and Sparrow.*

The newly named Storm and Sparrow were curled up in their nest of furs, fast asleep. The family and friends gathered round, smiling fondly down at them.

/

Dragons grew in size much faster than humans; Storm and Sparrow were no exception. It wasn’t long before they were big enough to start flying, and that meant Sparrow needed her prosthetics putting on for the first time. “Let me know if it’s uncomfortable,” Hiccup insisted as he slid the leather over her wing spurs. The prosthetics were two large, flat sleeves to replace the membrane.

*Okay,* replied Sparrow. She pawed at the ground, before asking out of the blue, *Mummy, how come I’m the only one in our family without wings?*

Hiccup was nonplussed. “Well…I don’t have wings either,” he pointed out.

*But you weren’t supposed to have wings,* reasoned Sparrow. *Storm hatched with proper wings; how come I didn’t?* she asked plaintively, her bright green irises and pupils big and round. Hiccup wished he had a better answer for her.

“I don’t know, sweetheart,” he admitted. “Your membranes just…didn’t grow. But you know what? It doesn’t matter if you have wings or you don’t; you’re my daughter, and I love you so much.” He stroked her brow. “Anyway, these prosthetics will help you fly, and then maybe you won’t feel so out of place.”

*Don’t worry, sis. If anyone picks on you for not having wings, I’ll bite them,* declared Storm. The top of her head and her forelimbs were covered in wiry hairs, that stood on end when she was angry or scared, making her look fuzzy.

Toothless nuzzled his youngest daughter. *Not having wings doesn’t mean you’re out of place. Your dam has a missing foot, I have a missing tail-fin…*

“I have a missing finger!” announced Overra.

“What?!” Hiccup exclaimed. “When did - oh, very funny,” he sighed as she waggled all ten of her fingers at him, giggling. Everyone else was laughing too, and he chuckled himself. “I just worry, with those knives you throw around…”

Skelse protested, “I’m good at throwing knives! Overra doesn’t even throw ‘em, she just pretends they’re claws and she holds them all wrong,” he insisted.

Overra stuck her tongue out at him. “When I make some spiky knuckle guards I won’t need any knives,” she declared. Hiccup made a mental note to have the Night Terrors let him know if Overra was going into his forge unsupervised.

“The point is, you’re perfect just the way you are,” he told Sparrow, tapping her nose playfully. “Okay, that’s both prosthetics on. Try them out,” he encouraged.

The sleeves were made of leather, and blended in well with her brown scales. Sparrow flapped a bit. *I think it’s working!* she crowed. Before he could stop her, she ran to the edge of the platform, flapping away, and jumped right off.

“Sparrow!” Hiccup ran after her in alarm, but she was flying, his baby girl was flying! “Ha, ha! Attagirl!” They were all cheering, he vaulted onto Toothless’ back, Storm, Overra and Skelse had taken to the air as well. The five of them soared across the island together in celebration. His parents and their friends joined them, congratulating Sparrow on being able to fly for the first time ever.

When they landed, Valka had a closer look at her granddaughter’s prosthetic wings. “You did such a good job with these, son,” she complimented. “If I didn’t know they weren’t real, I might have been fooled. From a distance, anyway.”

“Thanks. I’m just glad she has wing spurs I could anchor them too; she’ll need bigger ones as she grows, obviously, and we need to get some brown scales to make a fireproof coating. I mean leather isn’t flammable, exactly, but it’s not  fireproof either, and some dragon fire can burn through…what?” he asked.

His mother looked amused. “Nothing. It’s just endearing when you ramble.”

“…I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he denied, not meeting her eyes. Suddenly, a brown blur knocked the wind out of him. “Oof! What…Sparrow?”

She licked him enthusiastically. *Thank you for making my wings, mummy!*

Hiccup spluttered. “Y-you’re welcome, darling. Toothless, did you put her up to this?” he demanded of his mate, who had padded over and was chuckling.

*Of course not, dear* Toothless said innocently. Hiccup didn’t believe him for a second. He pulled himself into a sitting position, and Sparrow lay her head in his lap. Toothless sat down behind him so he could lean back against his husband’s chest. Storm snuggled up under her father’s wing. Overra climbed up to sit on his shoulders. Skelse wriggled under his mother’s free arm.

Their mismatched family looked out at the horizon, and Hiccup felt content.

[verpaso]

Symmetry's overraated

[ultrasopp]

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im going to make it legal to hunt me for sport by saying this, but i think animal crossing is ov.. is overra..... i cant say it

[fdhfjdafdajfa]

This is a non sensical question because the Hindu religion hasn't even been born yet. Will it ever be born?

There us no such religion called ‘the Hindu religion’. Nor did it ever exist. What people ‘normally’ refer to as the Hindu “religion”, Hinduism, is really the Brahmanic way of life, Brahmanism.

[...]

It was only those with ulterior motives (eg for political hegemony), who propagated and are still promoting the term Hinduism or Hindu religion, whenever it suits them. ie, when there is a need for the dominant castes to be seen as in the majority. This normally happens during and before Hindu Muslim riots. Since Hinduism is not a religion, the largest religion in India is Islam.

VIDEO IN HINDI: PM Modi refuses to accept Hinduism is a religion

Before 1921 no Brahmin ever referred to themselves as belonging to the Hindu religion. The terms Hindu or Hinduism (their Sanskrit equivalents) do not appear in any of the Brahmanic holy books. Nor did the Brahmins ever consider themselves belonging to the same dharma as any non-Brahmin.

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[hope-can-be-your-sword]

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Prompt: Trope (Presumed Dead)

Peter had no idea how long he had been alone in the small room. The floor was hard and cold, and wasn’t even big enough to be considered a closet. But it was all he had, the one safe place at the base.

He had scratched lines onto the wall, a mess of lines and circles. It was the only thing to focus his mind on, the only way to keep the grief from crashing onto him. It was held back by a dam that was ready to break. His ragged nails and the crescent moon scars he re-etched onto his skin every morning were the only outlets he allowed himself. He forced the crashing waves back with all his strength. The moment he let go, he knew he would drown. And he couldn’t do that.

It was supposed to have been an easy mission. The team had suited up to fight against a small faction of rebels who had similar technology and beliefs as HYDRA, but who were worse at staying under the radar.

Once at the base, they had split up. Clint and Natasha, Thor and Bruce, Rhodes and Carol, Steve and Sam, and Peter and Tony. They hadn’t really needed everyone, but they had decided it would be nice to have backup, just in case.

Clint and Natasha had snuck in, taking out the first line of defense before Steve and Sam were sent in. With their help, they were able to incapacitate some high level agents, stealing their swipe cards. Peter and Tony had joined next, the two of them heading straight for the labs. Peter had webbed up the bad guys before they could react, Tony blasting the data banks. They had already hacked in and downloaded the information, so he had no qualms about it. The data the organization had gathered shouldn’t be in the hands of people like them.

Carol and Rhodes took the ariel position, taking out the hostiles that tried to flee. Thor and Bruce went to save the few hostages in the building, all located on the lowest level, in cells that were too small.

There was one hostile, however, that managed to evade the Avengers, detonating a bomb near the labs. It was a defense mechanism, to destroy evidence and to incapacitate anyone who tried to infiltrate them. The bomb would release a colorless, odorless gas that would alter the chemicals in ones brain. It would make it look like their worst fear came true.

The hostile grinned to himself as he heard the explosion go off, sending most of the Avengers flying out of the building, where Carol and Rhodes tried to catch them.

Steve hauled himself to his feet, groaning at the pounding in his head. Meeting Carol’s eyes, the captains turned to the figures around them, trying to account for their teammates. Thor, Bruce, Natasha, Clint, Sam and Rhodes, while all battered, bruised and bleeding, were alive and breathing.

“Where are Tony and Peter?” Steve asked, muscles tensing as he looked at the ruined building.

Carol immediately took to the air, flying over the ruins looking for their two missing teammates. Her eyes scanned the rubble quickly, and as she spotted the familiar red and gold suit, she landed.

The suit was damaged beyond comprehension, the chest plate torn away to reveal the barely glowing reactor. It was faint, but it was there. Carol carefully pulled Tony into her arms, taking to the skies. She deposited him in front of Rhodes, confident that Tony’s best friend would look after him. “Get him help,” she ordered. “I’m going back to look for Peter.” Before anyone could argue, she shot them a look.

She didn’t watch them leave. Even if they didn’t like it, they knew she was right. They would look after Tony, while she searched for their youngest.

Peter had been halfway through his warning when it happened.

A blast shook the room, the beakers and test-tubes exploding, sending their contents and the broken glass flying across the room.

He let out a strangled scream as he felt his ribs crack under the impact. Emptiness threatened to wash over him, but Peter fought against it. He called out for Tony, wanting to ensure he was okay, but there was no answer. As he worked himself into a panic, everything around him went dark.

When Peter came to, there was blood everywhere. His hands were dripping with it, and his hair matted. He pushed himself up, panic growing as he noticed a body on the other side of the room, unmoving.

A man, dressed in exactly what Tony had been wearing under the suit. His face was tilted away, half covered by debris and papers destroyed during the fight. The suit was in shatters around him. His abdomen was a bloody mess, the knife that appeared to have done the damage right beside Peter.

“No, no, no,” Peter’s breathing picked up as he tried to stand up. His fingers scrambled to find purchase in the shelving unit behind him, but as soon as he attempted to lift himself up, the room started spinning and he went crashing to the ground, legs unable to keep him upright.

“Whoa, let’s get you out of here, hm?” an unknown voice broke through Peter’s desperate thoughts. The arms of the man reached down, stilling the teenager’s movements.

Peter immediately went into defensive mode, trying to get away from the unknown presence.

“Okay, we’re having none of that,” the man muttered.

It was the last thing Peter heard before he felt a needle go into his neck, and everything went black.

“He’s awake,” Rhodes voice came through the coms.

“How’s he doing?” Carol asked distractedly, sifting through the papers in front of her.

Rhodes sighed heavily. “He… I don’t think this is something he’s going to recover from, not emotionally. The first thing he said when he woke up was that… Peter’s gone. He begged me to tell him it wasn’t true, that Peter had to be alive.”

Carol squeezed her eyes shut. “I couldn’t find him. It’s like he disappeared. No traces. He can’t have… we got them all, didn’t we?”

“Yeah, we did.”

“I—” Carol stared at her hands. They were covered in ash and her fingers were nicked and bleeding from broken glass. She had dug through every pile of rubble she had come across. “I can’t believe it’s ending this way.”

“You should come back. Tony is going to need us, even if he refuses to admit it.”

“I’ll see you soon, then.” Once the coms switched off, Carol dropped her head. Her grief and rage were bottling up in her chest. She knew she shouldn’t keep it contained, that she needed to be in control when she made her way back to the compound. As much as they all loved Peter, Tony would be destroyed by the loss.

Standing up, Carol looked at the destruction, her fingers curling into fists. They glowed with energy as she opened her mouth, letting a heart-wrenching scream loose. The earth shook beneath her feet, and the nearby lake frothed. Dropping to her knees, Carol braced her hands against the ground.

“I’m so sorry, Peter.”

When he was alone, Peter tried to stay awake. He knew the nightmares would come if he drifted off, and he couldn’t face the reality. Not yet. He wanted to believe that Tony was fighting to find him, that in no time, the whole team would be alive, and together, at the compound, back in the common room for a movie night.

He held onto the dream more fiercely than anything. It was the one thing that gave him the willpower to stand his ground against his captor.

The man who was holding him hostage in the closet-like-cell was cruel, in a manipulative way. A voice at the back of Peter’s mind was screaming warnings at him, but the attention from the man was so like what he craved that Peter wanted to give in. He didn’t want to be alone, didn’t want to be forgotten.

When he was let out of the room, he was alone with his captor. Peter would spend what he guessed to be about three hours in the sparsely decorated room with the man who would try and make conversation with him.

Peter refused to answer. For a while, at least five days if he had to guess, he held up against the quiet. It was on what Peter estimated was the eleven day, he began to crumble.

“I’m all you’ve got left,” the man shrugged. “The Avengers ain’t coming for you.”

“You’re wrong,” Peter shook his head desperately. “They’re looking for me. They’re going to find me.”

“You sure about that?” the man turned his phone screen so Peter could read it. On the screen was a news articled. “New York and the Avengers Mourn the Tragic Loss of Spider-Man: Simple Mission Gone Terribly Wrong.” “A little wordy for a title, in my opinion, but it does get the point across. They think you’re dead.”

“No, no, no.” Peter didn’t want to believe it. The only thing he had was the hope he would be home soon. He was desperate to see his friends, his aunt, his team.

“I’m afraid they do. It’s just you and me, now, bud.”

Peter collapsed, everything he had been holding back washing over him. Everyone he loved thought he was dead, or was dead. A mission that should have been simple with those who had gone had turned into his worst nightmare. Tony had died, and everyone else thought he was dead. He would be trapped for the rest of his life with his captor. It was his worst nightmare. All the sounds around him faded away as the tears spilled.

Peter didn’t notice the way his captor smiled, eyes crazed slightly. “Guess that gas really did work.”

Carol was the only one allowed in the lab, since Tony knew that even if he locked her out, she would be able to get in. The doors were warded against everyone else, even Rhodes and Pepper, but nothing would hold Carol back.

She didn’t say much to him. Instead, she stared blankly at the station that had been Peter’s, still covered in half finished projects and assorted tools. It had only been six days since the mission. Tony had gotten himself out of the medical bay quicker than any of them wanted, but they didn’t have the heart to keep him there. Instead of forcing him back, one of them had to be near him at all times, and at the moment, it was Carol’s job.

She didn’t push him to talk, but ensured that every bottle of alcohol on the premise mysteriously vanished. She laid him to rest on the cot in the back of the lab when his exhaustion overran him. She reported back to the rest of the team, all of whom were trying to process the loss in their own way.

It was Rhodes, who on day twelve, insisted Carol let him into the lab. She let him, watching silently as he accessed FRIDAY.

“Can you access the last recorded video from Karen?”

Certainly, Colonel Rhodes. The AI’s voice was softer than usual, as if she too, was feeling the loss of Peter.

Carol glanced over at Tony, who was knocked out on the cot, before turning back to the screen.

“I have to,” was Rhodes answer to her unasked question. “I have to make sure we’re not wrong. I have to believe….”

“Play it.”

The image was blurry for the first few seconds, before clarifying. They watched as the explosion wrecked the building, sending both Peter and Tony flying backwards in opposite directions. The camera was still for three minutes. And then Peter’s voice came over the speakers. “No, no, no.”

“He survived the blast,” Carol breathed, transfixed by the screen.

“Whoa, let’s get you out of here, hm?” an unknown voice replaced Peter’s. Peter began to kick at the unknown figure, before the man’s voice spoke again. “Okay, we’re having none of that.”

The screen went dark.

“He could still be alive,” Carol shook Rhodes' shoulder. “He survived the blast. That man might have him.”

“We can’t tell Tony. If we do, and we’re wrong…”

“This stays between us,” Carol decided. “Can you connect to Karen? Find schematics of the base, see if there’s anything we missed? I can go check it out.”

Logically, Rhodes knew it would be best to talk through all the options, but in the current situation, if they could find Peter, get some closure, he knew they had to act quickly. “Go. I’ll see what I can find and keep you updated.”

Carol nodded, turning to make her way out of the room. “We’ll find him. We’ll bring him back. Alive.”

“I hope so.”

Tony’s dreams were plagued of the last time he had seen Peter. After waking up after the blast, Tony had looked around the room he was in, searching for Peter.

What he saw made him want to pass out again.

Peter was lying on the ground, eyes staring unseeing at the ceiling. The Spider-Man mask had been ripped away. The rest of the suit was mostly intact, save for the rip where a metal pipe had pinned Peter to the ground.

“Kid,” Tony breathed. “No, no, you’re okay. You’re going to be alright. You have a decathlon meet this weekend. You and Ned have that new movie you want to see next week. I promised May I’d get you back unharmed.”

He tried to stand, but as soon as he managed to get himself up, the roar of his thoughts washed over him and everything went black.

The next time he woke up, he was in a hospital bed, his teammates, except for Carol and Peter, hovering anxiously around him.

“No,” Tony shook his head as the memories stilled in his mind. His worst nightmare had come true. “Peter…”

He couldn’t look at anyone. He stayed in his lab, ignoring anyone’s attempt to talk to him. Tony had lost a lot, suffered a lot. But nothing hurt more than the memory of Peter’s lifeless body laying in front of him.

Tony wanted to self-destruct, wanted to scream and cry. He had lost one of the only people that he loved more than anything. He wanted to drown his sorrows in vodka and rum. But Carol had thrown the bottles away, and the promise Tony made to Peter not to drink himself into oblivion, kept him from attempting to buy any more.

He worked himself to exhaustion. When he fell asleep, his mind was blissfully blank, too exhausted from his work.

On the twelfth day, before he crashed, he caught the tail end of Rhodes and Carol’s conversation, something about a recording.

Carol held Peter close to her as she made her way out of the ruins. Rhodes was inside, cuffing the man who had held Peter hostage.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” Tony’s voice cut through. The faceplate was going down, the repulsers turning on. His movements were stiff, obviously still in pain. He wasn’t looking at her, instead focusing on the ground beneath him. “If there was any chance that—”

“Tony,” Carol stopped in front of him.

He looked up at her, before his attention dropped to the figure in her arms. Carol watched as the faceplate flew back up, Tony surging forward to make contact with the teenager in her arms. His fingers worked their way through Peter’s flattened curls, a sob breaking its way out.

Carefully, Carol lowered herself, and Tony, into a sitting position. As they waited for the paramedics and emergency response team, she rested Peter’s head in Tony’s lap, knowing he needed to reassure himself that Peter was really there. She sat next to them, shoulders tense in case a threat emerged.

Tony didn’t notice Rhodey leading the hostile out of the ruins. His focus was on the teenager draped across his and Carol’s laps. When he had woken up, three hours after Carol had left, and twenty-seven minutes after Rhodes had left, something had felt off. Tony had asked FRIDAY where they had gone, knowing fully well that they wouldn’t have left him alone unless something serious had come up.

When he heard that Peter could still be alive, Tony had ignored the searing pain in his limbs. He put on a suit, and made his way to the base where everything went wrong. He was ready to storm the base. When it came to Peter, he would do anything. Just as he had been about to charge in, Carol had walked out, bringing him the one thing that could ease the pain. A still-alive Peter Parker.

He didn’t notice anything going around him, too focused on the rising and falling of Peter’s chest. Tony was grateful for Carol and Rhodey for handling everything. Tony refused to take his eyes off the teenager, tracing the kid’s face as if memorizing him. He had though he lost him. Peter was thin, and Tony guessed he hadn’t eaten much, or anything, while captive. The teenager had small scars on the inside of his wrists, and his nails were ragged, but he was alive.

Tony knew, later, he would find out what had actually happened from Rhodey and Carol. They would make sure the man got what he deserved. Tony trusted them to make the right choices that he wouldn’t be able to make at the moment. Because all that mattered was that Peter was there, traumatized, but alive.

It was more than he could’ve hoped for.