#peteys blocked view

[severely-nearsighted]

X - X - X / O - X - O / X - X - X

michie + blue/gold stims for @inprisonforsparkling !!

[hidden-1n-the-sand]

miku is now a canon important part of the undeniably canon timeline. Yippppeeeee :D :D

[biologyologyy]

Me btw if you even care at all

[amysstarlesslife]

claudia save me. poison hazbin hotel is shaping up to be my most streamed song. hell on earth.

ough i'm so sorry ali...

[hidden-1n-the-sand]

does this. count as a meme.

[intheconflux]

[ GAME OF CHANCE, DAY 5: Tinky rolls a 1 on the die— ]

[ Uh oh. ]

[As the group is about to turn a corner, Reese steps into view and blocks their path. Beside her are Kyle and Brenda, looking... different.]

REESE: C'mon, Petey, stop running. We're going to make a playground of this town. Doesn't that sound fun?

REESE: And you... you can play with us forever. Whatever life you want to live, we can make it happen. I can be your best friend. Kyle can be your rival, or your boyfriend, or whatever you want him to be.

REESE: We're yours. Forever and always.

REESE: So let us make toys of your friends, Petey. It doesn't hurt. Steph knows that already, doesn't she?

[Pete is frozen. Why is she talking to him, like he's so special? Why are her eyes glowing? And why does her voice sound like something else is speaking with her?]

[Steph clenches her fists. She's not usually one for brute force, but the way Reese is talking to Pete... it makes something ugly simmer in her gut. She barely notices Reese calling her out. Her friends are more important.]

[Max, standing at the front of the group, frowns as Reese steps closer and closer. He took a vow against violence months ago, and despite the life-or-death appearance of this situation, he doesn't want to go back on his word. But he will protect his friends at any cost.]

[Grace looks between their three adversaries. Reese, a cheerleader. Kyle and Brenda, nerds. Gears start spinning in her head, rapidfire thoughts coming to a conclusion as Reese stops directly in front of Max. Suddenly, she has a realization.]

[bravetimetravellingaussie]

And it feels like home

Chapter 3

Summary: Peter's reached the casa de pool

Warnings: foul language as always, threats of violence

Peter was practically buzzing as he followed Dopinder up the stairs of the apartment block.

Dopinder stopped in front of a door with the number 69 on it and knocked. Peter glanced back. They'd passed 27 and 28, this door should be 29, but before he could ask, the lock clicked and the door swung open.

Peter's spider sense sent him flinching back, flattening himself against the wall next to the door.

"What the fuck do you want, Dopinder? You better have a good answer or so help me God you will be eating through a straw for the next month," a voice growled, grumbled almost, it seemed just barely restrained, almost like he was trying not to wake someone up. All Peter could see was an arm, the hand gripping the front of Dopinder's shirt, a foot long blade extending from between the man's index and middle fingers rested against Dopinder's face.

Peter hadn't faced a real threat in a while now, just normal people, occasionally with guns or knives, but the apprehension was there now, whoever this was could really hurt him. As if that had ever stopped him.

Peter stepped away from the wall.

"I made him take me here." Peter finally got a good look at the rather large and muscular man threatening Dopinder. The man who was wearing a tank top and- hello kitty pajama trousers?

"And who are you?" the man asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm spider-man."

"Who?"

"Oh, uh-"

"And what's with the weird get up?"

"I-"

"Oh fuck- don't tell me your one of those wannabe vigilante types." The man chortled. "Your costume looks like it was put together by a blind person."

"I can still hear you, asshole!" came a voice from within the apartment.

"Says you, you look like you raided the closet of a teenage girl." Peter couldn't stop himself, it was right there. His stomach dropped though when the man shoved Dopinder out of the way and moved towards him.

"Jokes on you, I stole this from my boyfriend," the man growled.

"I'm pretty sure he got them as a gift from Yukio," Dopinder said, his hands already raised in a defensive position.

"Wait, boyfriend? You're this pool guy's boyfriend?"

All of a sudden an inhuman squeal sounded through the apartment. In a neighbouring apartment, a dog started barking. Even Peter found himself wincing at the pitch of the sound.

"Speak of the devil," the man in the doorway said with a smirk.

"I heard you call my name, baby boy, how can I help you?"

"I-" Peter couldn't really find the words, and no, it wasn't because the unmasked face of the man in red looked like it was plagued by a rare skin condition, but because he hadn't really thought this far ahead.

"While you think about it, come on in, make yourself at home, you don't mind do you, peanut?"

The large and scary man retracted his claws and let out a sigh. "Do what you want, but I'm going back to sleep." The man disappeared into the apartment but not before giving the unmasked man a peck on the cheek.

"On second thought, kid, why don't we go get some fresh air, the view from the roof at night is quite nice. I'll answer any questions you have."

"I'm not a kid, I-"

"Sure sure, let's go. You can go back to work, Dopinder, your work here is done."

"Always a pleasure, Mr Pool."

Once he'd waved goodbye to Dopinder, the man let out a sigh of relief.

"Finally, we can have a normal conversation. I didn't want to say too much at the McDonald's, protecting the secret identity and such-"

Peter's stomach went plummeting down the stairwell.

"H-how do you know who I am?"

"That's easy, Petey," the man stage whispered, " I'm deadpool."

[irunjt]

#88 of 366: Bloodoath, EXES, Petey

This song does a good job of taking me back to middle-school/high-school in the 90s.  I hate to say it’s a vibe because I feel like I use that phrase too much, but I think it’s too accurate a word to describe this song.  That constant and beautifully simple guitar strumming.  It takes us on a journey. “Names carved in the pavement, on the corner of the block where we all came from, when we were…

[biologyologyy]

YES ITS HENRY X PAUL X TED

officebiology. do u like it? do u think its silly? i do i lovr it

Wait is that Henry x one of the ccrp workers ??? Cause I rlly like those ships…… :33

[ptergwen]

fluffy make out sesh w petey? <3

call it even

w/c: 1,074

warnings: like two swears?

a/n: i don’t know why this ended up being so long but it did lmfhwjwhs i hope it’s everything u wanted and more :D

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“god, how much time is left?” you complain, circling your index finger around peter’s chest.

peter refuses to expand his horizons beyond star wars, so you two are watching revenge of the sith yet again. you’re seated in his lap and doing everything you can to get his attention. it’s the only way you’ll be able to make it through the damn movie.

unfortunately for you, peter has a huge crush on anakin. that means his eyes are literally glued to the screen.

“we’re not even halfway through yet. get comfortable, babe,” peter smugly replies. he grabs your hips and squeezes, cocking his head to the side to see better. you tilt your own head so it’s blocking his line of vision. “i am comfortable… very. are you?” your voice drops an octave.

a smirk crossing his features, peter finally meets your eyes. “i know what you’re trying to do, and it’s not gonna work.” you gasp to feign innocence. “silly old me? what ever are you talking about, peter dearest?”

peter moves an arm so it’s around your lower back, you batting your lashes down at him. you yank on his flannel collar to keep him in place. he leans in closer to you until his lips brush the shell of your ear.

he’s all yours.

“i appreciate the effort. now, if you don’t mind…”

peter pulls away from you with a terrible wink that’s stupidly adorable, but you’re too annoyed to admit it.

you give up your facade, swapping it for whining and tugging on peter’s shirt. “no fair! all i want you to do is spend some time with me, petey.” gazing over your shoulder, you shoot the tv a death glare. “fuck george lucas.”

“woah, woah! don’t go that far!” peter defends, chuckling nevertheless. he does feel kind of bad because he has seen star wars more than anyone else on this earth. it wouldn’t kill him to focus on you for a bit.

although, he’d still like to finish the movie.

peter brings your body in closer to his, pecking your forehead softly. “let’s make a deal,” he prompts you. you eagerly nod and sit up straighter. “i’ll give you as many hugs and kisses as you’d like-“

“perfect! you and that big brain of yours, my smart boy.” puckering up, you go right in for a smooch. peter holds out a finger and presses it to your lips to stop you, beaming. “i’m not done,” he laughs out. “i’ll give you as many hugs and kisses as you’d like, after the movie is over.”

you scoff and shove both peter’s shoulders. “why can’t you just multitask? you’d be getting the best of both worlds!” peter does not consider it. “and risk missing the most intense lightsaber duel in cinematic history? i don’t think so.”

“whatever you say… loser,” you mutter under your breath. he coaxes you away from him, keeping his arms around your waist with a scowl. “do you want your kisses or not, y/n?” this time, your mouth stays shut. “exactly,” peter concludes. “new deal, i’ll level with you and cuddle for a while.”

he hugs you to his chest, chin resting lightly on your head. you instantly settle in his warm embrace and feel safe in his strong arms. this will do.

“love you, petey,” you mumble against the skin of his neck. smiling to himself, peter peeks back up at the tv. “love you too, angel. but, shhh,” he shushes, resuming his millionth star wars viewing.

just like that, you’ve been replaced by darth vader. you need to fix this, and fast.

it doesn’t take peter too long to lose himself in the movie, which plays out in your favor for once. he just mindlessly rocks you side to side while he watches. his obliviousness, more so than usual, gives you the opportunity to reach over on the cushion next to you and grab the remote.

bingo.

you swiftly hit the power button, hiding it behind your back and eliciting a yelp from peter.

“y/n, what the hell? we had a compromise!” peter demands and lunges forward for the remote. grinning wickedly, you tuck it into your back pocket before he can. “we also had a deal, remember? movie’s over,” you elaborate. “kiss me, loser.”

peter can’t argue with that logic.

“sneaky,” he compliments, his forehead leaned against yours. his fingertips ghost over your chin. “i’m so impressed, i can’t even be mad. you win.” giggling, you place your hands on peter’s shoulders to balance yourself in his lap. “well, you’re the prize.”

“ugh, i love you so much,” peter sighs. he kisses your bottom lip gently, holding your chin between two fingers. “more than star wars?” you search for his hazel eyes. “more than star wars… all three trilogies,” he murmurs a sentence you never thought you’d hear.

your eyelashes tickle peter’s face, both of you sharing matching smiles.

“in that case…”

you close the small gap separating you two with your lips on his. peter reciprocates in a heartbeat, his own quickened as he melts into the kiss. one of your hands weaves its way to some fluffy curls at the nape of his neck. he cups your cheek tenderly, free hand on your side and a grin spreading across his face.

“i love you, too,” you whisper, your legs straddling his waist. “could tell,” peter acknowledges in a breathy laugh.

he uses the new position to his advantage and flips you so you’re laying down on the couch. him on top, you under and your legs still around him. the next kiss is initiated by peter, so soft it fills your whole body with butterflies. he continues to caress your cheek while his lips dance expertly with yours.

“you taste good,” you rasp, peter kissing up to the tip of your nose. “like what?” he wonders and punctuates his question with another kiss to the bridge. you’re sitting back and enjoying every second. “i dunno, something sweet… vanilla?”

“oh, yeah. i might’ve stolen your chapstick,” peter admits, his cheeks starting to feel hot. amused, you pinch one of them. “i was wondering where that went. i should’ve known ‘cuz you always ask me about it.” he dips down so his forehead falls on yours once again. “buy you a new one?”

your fingers thread through his locks, willing him to look at you.

“just kiss me, and we’ll call it even.”

[typical-simplelove]

Request: 2 with Tyson Jost if possible?

2. I love seeing you smile.

A/n: this wasn't showing up in the tags, so I'm reposting in hopes that it indeed shows up in the tags this time. Thank you to @glassdanse for letting me know!

Taglist: @goalision @coffee-ontherocks @glassdanse @barzal-burakovsky @petey-patty (Do you want to be tagged in my fics? Fill out this form.)

“Hi, hi, aren’t you cute?” Tyson cooed to your daughter. She was sitting in her highchair waiting for Tyson to put her meal on the tray on her highchair. Tyson was giving you a break for the day. Having a toddler running around and being pregnant with your second child, you got exhausted often and just wanted to sleep.

Tyson put the baby cereal on the tray with a bottle of milk. As much as you loved Tyson, sometimes it was easier for you to be in the kitchen with him, too, because Tyson was very clumsy in the kitchen. This was true for this morning. Tyson tried his hardest to be quiet for you, but he dropped his fork and plate which landed with a loud thud.

Your daughter began to laugh hysterically and loudly at her dad messing up. “No, no, shhhh, you’re going to wake momma,” Tyson tries to silence your daughter. It didn’t work, though. You weren’t a heavy sleeper especially now because of the aches and pains that came with pregnancy. You sat in your bed for a few minutes trying to see if now was the time to go into the kitchen. When Tyson dropped another kitchen utensil, you felt it best to go and aid Tyson.

You creep into the kitchen slowly and stop at the entrance. You lean on the side and watch Tyson eat breakfast with your daughter. They both had yet to notice that you were watching them. You looked on with a smile on your face as Tyson and your daughter laughed along together playfully. Tyson got up to get your daughter more cereal. With Tyson no longer blocking your daughter’s view of you, she noticed you. A large smile broke out on her face and loud giggles followed. Tyson had yet to notice that you were standing there.

“What are you giggling about, Miss Jost?” he asks in a cute baby voice. When she continues to giggle and look in your direction, Tyson turns around and sees you standing there. Your smile widens after looking at your husband, who was shirtless, eating with your daughter. “Oh, momma’s standing there.”

“Momma is indeed standing there,” you reply. You walk over to Tyson and place a kiss on his forehead. He responds by kissing your 6 month pregnant bump. You walk over to your daughter and place loads of kisses on her face who just giggles and laughs in response. Your smile, if possible, grows wider at the current interaction.

You walk into the fridge to grab some apple juice to drink while eating breakfast. You pour it into a glass and sit down next to Tyson. You look up from the glass and notice him looking at you. “What?” you ask.

“I love seeing you smile,” he says to you. “The giant smile because of our family mixed with your pregnancy glow? You’re gorgeous.  Wow, I am the luckiest man on this planet. I have the most beautiful wife and the most amazing baby girl and a new baby on the way.”

“Mm,” you say. “We really are lucky, aren’t we?”

“We truly are the luckiest,” Tyson tells you. “And we’re only going to get more lucky when we meet the new one soon.”

You couldn’t wait for a new one to be running around.

[liberty-barnes]

Keep You Safe

Peter Parker x Female!Reader

Prompt: “I can’t decide if that’s cute or something characteristic of a psychopath”

Warnings: slightly creepy Peter, but like the endearing kind of creepy, also Petey being a dork,,,as always, protective Peter Parker, Endgame related angst but only for a sec, cuddlesssss, and fluff, lots of fluff, because I’m a hoe for fluff... and Tom Holland’s biceps but that’s a story for another day

Word Count: 2167 words

Estimated Reading Time: 9 minutes

A/N: School has officially closed which means that I’m now forced to stay home all day (which wouldn’t be so bad if I wasn’t locked at home with my dad and he’s getting on every single one of my nerves) and do the homework our teachers send us by email... I didn’t even know Microsoft Teams and OneNote existed until a week ago... so that’s something. I usually write stuff on paper during class cause let’s be honest, I only pay attention to what my teachers are saying when I’m forced to (don’t do this kids, listen to teachers, God I’m a such a bad example) so I’ve got about 5 stories written and I thought “Hey, since I’m too lazy to do my physics homework, why not post it all on tumblr?” So yeah, hi, this is my version of “quarantine is driving me crazy and I need an escape”. And before you ask, yes, I’ve succumbed to the toilet paper juggle thing already, it was not pretty.

Masterlist 

Peter Parker was not a creep, he was simply a worried boyfriend.

There is nothing wrong with following your girlfriend after school to make sure she gets home safe before going back to the Tower. Or asking Karen to alert him whenever you leave the house so he could follow you to make sure you were safe. Or gifting you one of those morse code bracelets that monitored your vitals and location because he knew you’d never take it off and that way he could constantly know where you were and how you were feeling.

Peter Parker was not a creep.

He watched from his vantage point on top of a building as you and MJ left the mall, Slurpees in hand and carrying at least five shopping bags each, most of them being from art stores and only a couple from clothing. The sight of your bright smile made his heart burst with affection and he listened intently, still able to hear your melodic laugh over the hustle and bustle of the busy street.

He followed you at a safe distance, losing sight of the two of you as you entered the subway. Karen kept him aware of your whereabouts though, and he saw you again when you exited the subway station, now alone.

You walked a couple more blocks and entered your apartment building, but Peter only truly relaxed once he saw you entering your bedroom, having a clear view through your window. 

He stayed for a few more minutes, admiring how beautiful you looked doing something as mundane as cutting tags off your newly bought clothes and throwing out the plastic wrapped around your new art supplies. 

He then made his way to the Tower, where the Avengers chose to live again, for practical purposes.

“Hey everyone!” He immediately greeted his teammates after walking into the kitchen, mask off and hair slightly messy.

“Hey Pete,” The twenty-year-old witch gave him a chilled bottle of water from the fridge, already knowing that the boy would be parched.

Peter kissed her cheek and did the same to Pepper, Carol, and Morgan who were all sitting at the table playing Uno, no doubt to make the young Stark happy.

“Where is everyone?” The young spiderling asked after downing his water bottle.

“Bucky and Sam are in the gym, Bruce is messing with something in the labs, and Sharon went grocery shopping with Rhodey.” Carol set down a blue five, not even looking up from her hand. For a superhero, she sure sucked at card games.

“Oh, okay. I’m going to my room, be back to help with dinner!” He called back before walking to the elevator and pressing the button to his and May’s floor. 

After everyone returned from the Blip, the Parkers lost their home and Pepper immediately offered them a floor at the Tower, not wanting her not-really-but-still-kind-of-feels-like-it son and his aunt to be living on the streets. Peter was very happy to be living with some of his favorite people in the world and very grateful for the opportunities it provided him.

He entered his room and pressed the button on his chest, the suit retracting to a simple spider pendant that hung around his neck, looking like an ordinary chain. He took it off and put it in his charging cradle before changing into a pair of grey sweatpants (your favorite though he still doesn’t understand why) and his blue Midtown sweatshirt.

He sat on his desk chair, ready to start his homework but a vibration from his phone made him postpone the task, choosing instead to open the messaging app on his custom made StarkPhone.

Princess 👑 ❤️:  heyy :) Princess 👑 ❤️:  can i meet you at the tower later? Princess 👑 ❤️:  i want cuddles :)))

He smiled at that and immediately texted you back.

Baby🕷️ ❤️: i’ll ask Rhodey and Shar to pick you up on their way home :) Baby🕷️ ❤️: love you <3 Princess 👑 ❤️: love you more <33

He texted Sharon and after receiving confirmation that you were in the car with them, he turned his phone face down on the desk to avoid any distractions and started on his English homework, hoping to be done with it when you got here so he could cuddle in peace with his beloved girlfriend.

Twenty minutes later, he was almost done with his homework, fully engrossed in the words on the page that he had to meticulously read, highlight and analyze. He barely noticed when you entered the room, his spidey sense no longer detecting you as a threat, but took a much-needed breath of relief when he felt your hands around his shoulder, rubbing softly.

No words were needed as you kept rubbing his shoulders while he finished his homework, relishing in the soft kisses you left on the crown of his head from time to time. He finished the last sentence on his analysis and set his pen down, sighing. He closed his eyes and put his head back so it rested on your shoulder and you kissed his forehead, hands around his neck, hugging his upper body from behind.

“Cuddles now?” You asked, voice soft and soothing reaching his over-worked brain.

“Yeah, baby, let’s go.”

You kissed him on the forehead once more and took off your shirt, staying in your white lace bra and pastel pink sweatpants before laying down on the king-sized bed. You made grabby hands at him and he took off his own shirt, laying down between your legs and resting his head on your breasts. Your right hand made its way to his soft brown curls while your left rested on his upper back, hugging him close to your chest. His arms tightened around your waist and a pleased sigh left his lips, his lashes fluttering and tickling your skin as the tension rolled off of him in waves with every gentle pass of your manicured nails through his scalp.

Peter loved this position. There was really nothing sexual about it, he just loved hearing your heartbeat and feeling your colder skin against his naturally overheated one. He loved protecting the city and all of its inhabitants but here, in your arms, in this bed, he wasn’t Spider-Man, the newest Avenger. He wasn’t the Starks’ unofficially adopted kid that would take over SI alongside Morgan and Harley. He wasn’t the kid who brightened up everyone’s day and felt solely responsible for their happiness and well-being.

He was just Pete. Your Pete. Your fragile, vulnerable boyfriend who just really needed a hug, and you were more than happy to provide.

“How was your day?” He asked, voice slightly muffled because of his mouth’s position, buried in the valley of your breasts.

“Pretty good. I went to the mall with MJ after class and we bought a bunch of new clothes and art supplies for our trip to DisneyWorld.”

“Why do you need new stuff just to go to DisneyWorld?”

“I need Disney themed stuff.”

“You already have Disney themed stuff.”

“But I need new ones so that every time I see them they’ll remind me of our trip to DisneyWorld.”

He chuckled at your over-the-top-ness and nuzzled his face deeper into your chest.

“‘M hungry.”

“Must be cause you didn’t eat.”

“Did too!” He snorted at that.

“A Slurpee doesn’t count as food, princess.”

A silence enveloped the room and he felt your heartbeat quicken.

“I never told you I had a Slurpee.”

Oh shit.

“Y-Yeah, you did, you said you went to the mall with MJ to do some shopping and had a Slurpee after.” He was panicking but focused on playing it off as best as he could.

Spoiler Alert: he’s a very bad liar and can’t hide anything from you.

“No, I didn’t so how do you know that?”

He stuttered and incoherent sentence your way, trying and failing TRYING VERY HARD to defend himself. 

“Have you been following me?”

Shitshitshit.

“N-No?” He hated that he couldn’t lie to you, one look at him and all his secrets would come out like some kind of verbal diarrhea.

You pushed him off your lap so the both of you were sitting up, looking at him with nothing short of hurt, confusion, and betrayal swirling in your beautiful sparkling eyes.

“Have you been taking advantage of EDITH and your powers to spy on me?”

He didn’t answer, simply hung his head, closed his eyes and waited for the blow-up that was bound to happen next... but it never came, only a broken whisper followed by a heart-breaking sob reached his ears.

“Do you not trust me?”

“What?” His head snapped up and he stared into your eyes, seeing the tears threatening to leak and cursing himself because he caused that, he caused his babygirl pain.

“W-Well if you're following me it must be because y-you don’t t-trust m-me.”

Your words were punctuated by a particularly loud sob and he quickly gathered you up in his arms, nuzzling his cheek on the top of your head soothingly and threading his fingers through your hair.

“Nonononononono, baby that’s not it, I promise.” He took your face between his hands and kissed your tear-stricken cheeks, resting his forehead on yours. “It’s just that... with everything that happened with Tony and Beck and my identity being revealed, then almost going to prison, thank God for Pepper, I just... I’m constantly worried that someone’ll come after you because of me, because of what you mean to me, and that I won’t be able to protect you and I just need to know you’re safe, always because you’re the most important person in my life and I don’t know what I’d without you, so I followed you and asked Karen to update me on your vitals every hour so I know you’re safe and alive, and real, and... I just need to know you’re safe.”

He took a deep breath after finishing his jumbled up explanation, finally shining light on the fears deeply installed within him for months.

“I can’t decide if that’s cute or something characteristic of a psychopath. Cause you wanna protect me but you do it by following me and invading my privacy.”

“Wha- psychopath?” You both burst into laughter, foreheads still resting against one another.

“Well, you’ve been following me around for a while. Do you have a camera in my bedroom?”

“No! Of course not! Just... in the lobby... and one facing your apartment door... and on your fire escape facing your window...”

His cheeks were flushed red and he was looking everywhere but at you, seemingly embarrassed by his predicament.

“You said you had Karen monitoring my vitals... how?”

“Oh, um... remember the bracelet I gave you for our six-month anniversary?”

You lifted your right wrist, cocking an eyebrow as if to say ‘this one’.

“Yeah, so um... I actually made that. It’s got nanosensors that monitor your heartbeat, blood pressure, sugar levels, emotional state and a bunch of other things along with a tracker that’s constantly activated. It’s all connected to Karen, so she can let me know whenever you’re in trouble...”

“Is that how you always know when I’m having a panic attack or when I’m on my period?” Your eyes softened up and an adoring smile graced your face when he nodded.

“You’re a dork.” You straddled him fully and properly, then kissed him on the lips softly.”But you’re my dork, and I love you. And I love that you want to keep me safe and that you’d be willing to sacrifice your dignity and do something quite illegal to make sure I stay safe.”

He smirked at you.

“You know, out of context that sounds a bit twisted.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled fondly at him.

“What can I say? From time to time, I sure do love me a bad boy.”

He smiled and kissed you on the lips, slow and passionate, filled with all his love and adoration and relief, pure and utter relief because you’re here, with him, and you know, and you don’t hate him, in fact, you love him even more.

He fell back on the bed, taking you with him as you resumed your previous position, only this time with you on top.

“So are we gonna mention that when Tony did the exact same thing to you you threw a fit and had Ned hack into the suit?”

“Shut up.”

That night, when Peter got back home after dropping you off, EDITH alerted him to movement on your fire escape. His heart was beating faster than a hummingbird’s as he pulled up the live footage but it all turned into a breathless chuckle when he saw the surveillance video.

You had put your whiteboard in such a way that it would be seen by the camera and scribbled a ‘Goodnight baby <3′ on it.

Baby🕷️ ❤️: goodnight princess <3

And this is what I do during my English and french classes... English because I don’t need to (perks of being trilingual) and french because the teacher spends the lesson talking about stuff I already know so I really don’t care.

With that said, please stay in school and listen to your teachers... do as I say, not as I do.

Anyway, I hope you liked this little one-shot. Please don’t forget to like, comment and/or reblog if you feel like it!

Love you all, Libby <3

[hidden-1n-the-sand]

Sorry im stupid but whats gonna happen in 32 days

in (now 31 days sorry for late response) we’re going to deactivate our account and kill ourself and since we’ve agreed collectively this time we won’t fail bc in sys fighting won’t be a problem and idk why im explaining this i could have left it at 16 words

[parkrstark]

ladies and gentlemen, it’s too much for captain america!

wrttien for @whumptober2020  day 1: waking up restrained, shackled, hanging, Steve wakes up restrained and hanging in some Hydra den, which is fine, really. He can handle that. What he can't handle is watching them blow up his husband and son. That breaks him more than any torture ever would. 1.8k, ao3

When Steve became aware of things around him again, it felt like he had never passed out. It was like a moment had passed since one of the Hydra agents slammed a block of concrete against the side of his head, rendering him unconscious. 

But he knew it couldn't have been that short of time because he wasn't where he was knocked unconscious. He was strung up by the shackles and chains around his wrists. 

His feet just barely brushed against the ground, not enough to hold himself up to stop the iron from digging into his wrists. 

He couldn't help the groan he let out as he lifted his neck so his chin was no longer resting against his chest. 

"Finally awake, hm?" 

Steve looked over at the Hydra agent speaking to him and he narrowed his eyes, keeping his jaw clenched firm. 

"You've been out for quite some time. It's hard to get information from an unconscious man." 

"I think you'd find it easier than getting it from me while I'm conscious," Steve growled. 

"We'll see about that," the man strolled over, casually with a cattle prod in his hand. 

Steve kept his mouth shut even when it was stuck in his side. He gritted his teeth through the burning pain. 

"Are you sure there's nothing you'd like to tell us?" Hydra man asked after what had to be a half hour or endless electrocution and punches. 

Steve didn't know what the hell he wanted, but he answered anyway. "Actually, there is something I'd like to tell you." 

Steve couldn't see the agent's face behind his mask, but he bet there was a smirk. "Please share." The cattle prod sparked with electricity, only inches from Steve's chest.

“Kiss my ass.” 

The Hydra Agent shoved the prod forward until it connected with his skin. Steve was not as loud as the man, but he couldn't help the grunt of pain. 

Once he was done and staring up at Steve, Steve made sure there was a smile plastered on his face. 

The Hydra Agent used the prod to hit Steve in the side of the head with. Steve swung slightly from the shackles and tried to stop himself from moving. Before he could stop moving, the prod was stuck into his side again and his body seized painfully as electricity ran through his body. He couldn’t help the groan he let out. 

The Hydra Agent laughed. “I’d love to do this for hours, Captain. I won’t stop until you tell us something.” 

The electricity was back and Steve grunted through it. Once the electricity was gone, his body sagged and he could feel drool trickle down his chin. He didn’t know how many volts they were pumping into him with each shock, but it was definitely adequate against Captain America. 

He could barely lift his head. 

“Change your mind yet?” The Hydra Agent cackled. 

It took Steve a few seconds to even be able to get his mouth to speak. But when he did, he made sure his voice was strong as he could make it. “I got something for you.” 

“And what is that, Captain?”

Steve took a deep breath and rattled off what he had memorized in basic training. "Name: Steven Grant Rogers. Rank: Captain. Serial number: 54985870.” He decided smirking down at him was a good usage of his energy. “And that's all you'll ever get from me." 

With a frustrated shout, the agent pulled the prod back, ready to hurt Steve again when he was interrupted by red lights flashing in the room, followed by blaring alarms. 

The Hydra Agent moves away from Steve, back to a monitor screen. He typed away until a feed was brought up and he saw outside from a surveillance feed. 

There was nothing in the frame and Steve didn't understand what they were looking at until a familiar blob of red and gold came into view. 

The agent zoomed in on the blob, and sure enough, it was Iron Man. He was sneaking through trees, no idea by his calmness that he had already triggered a silent alarm.

"Oh, look at this," he said. "Someone's coming to save you, huh?" 

Steve didn't react, though he was so proud of Tony for finding him. 

Until he heard him whisper, "Alright, Webs. You wanted to tag along, stay close. I'm not losing you too." 

And then Spider-Man was sneaking up behind him. "I'm not completely incapable of handling myself." 

"If I save Steve and he comes back and finds out that I lost our kid, he won't be very happy with me." 

Steve's heart stopped. That wasn't something any of them broadcasted. Sure, they teamed up a lot in smaller missions, but it was never confirmed Spider-Man was their kid. And they definitely never let him tag along on big missions like this. 

Tony and Peter continued to sneak through the trees, but Steve could barely focus when all he heard was the agent's cackling. It turned into loud howling laughter soon enough. 

"Oh, this is just too good to be true! Just wait until the others find out. Iron Man and Captain America's kid is Spider-Man." 

No. No. The world knew Steve and Tony had a kid, Peter, and now they would know that kid was also Spider-Man. 

"Please. Leave him alone. He's just a kid." 

Hydra Agent turned to him with a grin. "So suddenly you want to talk, huh?" 

"Please," Steve begged. "Don't hurt him." 

"You know we have excellent defenses around the base. One click of this button and the mines we have set up go off immediately. They'll be blown out of those suits so fast." 

Steve was shaking now, trembling as he struggled against the shackles. "No! Don't kill them!" 

The agent didn't even hesitate before clicking the button in front of him. Steve turned to the feed and stared, just waiting for what was about to happen. 

Peter went still, he straightened up. "Something's wrong." 

Tony glanced back and asked, "What?" 

"Dad--." 

That was the last thing he said before an explosion lit up behind them, and they both went flying, somewhere off screen. 

"Oh, boy," the man laughed. "There's no way they survived that." 

And the worst part was that Steve knew he was right. 

He sagged in the restraints, not caring at how much weight he was putting on his wrists. All of his fight was extinguished immediately. Without his family, there was no reason for anything. 

He stared down at the ground, willing himself to wake up from this nightmare. It didn't work. 

He heard the man walking closer, his footsteps and laughter sounded like nails on a chalkboard. "What's a matter?" 

Steve could only guess how drained he looked. He stayed silent. 

"Did you not like the show? You got to see them one last time. I didn't have to give you that." 

"My family…" He said, his voice so hollow and devoid of any emotion. 

"Your family is dead, Captain Rogers. And soon you will be if you don't give us what we need to know." 

"I don't care," Steve said, shaking his head. He looked back up from the floor and looked to the man in that mask, that coward. "Fucking kill me. Please. It will be better than living. It would hurt less." 

"With great pleasure." 

The prod came back again, full force, and Steve was right. That burning hurt so much less than the memory of Peter's fearful cry and then the two of them getting blown away, trying to save him. 

He welcomed every blow until he was finally knocked unconscious. This time, he hoped he never woke up. 

--

"Babe, babe, you gotta get up." 

Steve couldn't help but open his eyes when he heard Tony's voice. The edges of his vision were still dark and the rest was blurry, but he'd recognize his love anywhere. "Tony." 

"Thank JARVIS you're awake." Tony looked him up and down. "You're so bloody and beat up...I was so scared…" 

Steve just continued staring. "Tony…" 

"Yes, baby, it's me. I'm right here." He cupped his cheek gently. 

Steve smiled. "I wish you were here." 

"I am. I am." He glanced over his shoulder anxiously, which didn't make sense. Tony wasn't really here. He was dead. He had nothing to worry about if he was dead. 

"I miss you already." His eyes started to droop shut again. 

"Miss me? Babe, I'm right here." 

"You're gone. I miss you." Steve leaned into the touch. 

"I'm right here and we're getting you out of here." Tony started to pull at the shackles around his wrists. "Pete, get over here and hold him up while I break these." 

"Petey's here?" Steve looked around for his boy. He wanted to hear his voice again when he wasn’t panicking. 

Tony frowned, looking back at him. "Steve, how hard did they hit your head?" 

Suddenly Peter was in front of him, holding him by his waist. "Hey, Pops." 

"Say that again," Steve said. He just wanted to keep hearing him talk forever and ever to wipe out the sound of him crying. 

Peter looked as confused as Tony did. "Hey, Pops…"  

"I miss you too, baby bear." 

"I'm right here, Pops. Not going anywhere." 

Steve's wrists were uncuffed and Peter caught him easily because of his super strength. 

Then he was putting him on the ground with one arm still wrapped around him while Tony held the other side. Steve looked from Peter to Tony and then back to Peter and then back to Tony. 

"Wait...you're here. This isn't...this isn't a dream?" 

"Finally coming back to us, big guy?" Tony asked, sounding a little worried. 

"But I saw you-- I saw--." 

"You saw us get blown to fucking Guam? Yeah. Well, they didn't plan on all the safety features I added to Spider-Man's suit to protect him from pyromaniac wackos like these freaks and thankfully, I was close enough to be included in that protection." 

"The video-- they know. They heard you. They'll tell." Steve glanced back at the monitor, just noticing all the damage to the room he was being held in. 

"I wiped their entire system. They have nothing. And there were no survivors here to spill whatever secrets they learned. Don't worry." 

Steve found relief in that, and being held by his boys, who were both safe and alive. 

"Hey, Tony?" 

"Yeah, Winghead?" 

"Remind me later when I'm not close to passing out, to kick your ass for bringing our son on a mission like this." 

Tony laughed and it was a beautiful, beautiful sound. Steve was still pissed though. "Oh, Stevie. Now I know you definitely got hit in that noggin hard if you think it would have been possible for me to leave him home. That kid is just as reckless and stupid as us when his family is in danger." 

Even half conscious, Steve couldn't argue that. "That kid is crazy, huh?" 

"Yeah, just like his Pops."

[envision-fandom]

Conquest

Part 1

Peter Pan x reader fanfiction

You had been friends with Peter for years. That was if you could still call yourselves friends. Granted, you were extremely close growing up, but that was purely due to your parents being friends and them having this fantasy of you both growing up and falling in love. As if.

You had known Peter almost all your life, which is why, sitting here now, you knew exactly what he was up to. You watched as he scouted out the room, as he had done so many times before. His green eyes flickered with dangerous amusement as he notices a bunch of girls eyeing him up and giggling uncontrollably. It would have been almost too easy for him to approach the girls and walk out with one (or more) of them, but you could tell from the look on his face that he wasn’t here for an easy night. He was here for a challenge.

Peter always loved games and growing up, you were almost always at the brunt of them. So much so, that you had finally had enough and decided to once and for all completely cut him out of your life. You were about to turn away and get on with your job, waitressing at Granny’s diner, when you saw the sudden change in Peters aura. You followed his eyeline and unsurprised to you, your eyes landed on a pretty blonde girl, not much younger than yourself, sitting alone in a booth. You could almost see Peters mind whirling, deciding on the best course of action. He began to approach her cautiously, taking a strategically packed book out of his bag and feigning innocence, dropped it to the ground.

You rolled your eyes, watching as the book slid along the diner floor towards her table. You were already well aware of the move he had decided to use. It had gotten pretty easy to tell after watching them all being played out on several occasions. You scoffed, knowing exactly why he had chosen this move. The book would allow him to approach her, whilst also grabbing her attention. The facade of vulnerability and embarrassment would then allow her to drop her guard and feel sorry for him, ensuring he had less of a chance of being rejected. As he kneels before her feet, he will make her feel like she is in the superior position and holds all the cards, but you knew the truth. The book will then come into play again and will allow her to initiate the interaction by questioning him on the book he is reading. This is his way into a seemingly innocent conversation.

As planned, she offers him a seat in the booth across from her. They talk some more, still using the book as the main topic of conversation. You watch as he flips through the pages, before innocently asking to move to sit next to her, as to “better show her something in the book.” It was all a ploy of course, as soon as he sits next to her, it wasn’t long before his arm was across the back of the booth, followed by her hand on his arm as she giggles playfully. He smiles sweetly towards her, but you knew his smile was far from what it seemed. As she looks away shyly, you witness the tilt of his lips, as his smile shifts briefly into a dark smirk. The sign that he was well aware that he had captured his next conquest, or as you like to see it. His next victim...

“Earth to Y/N!” Your friends hand waving in front of your face, finally pulled you back to reality, “What’s so important that you can’t even respond to your best friend?” She follows your eye line and smirks “Peter? Seriously? I thought you didn’t care about him anymore?” She questions you.

You turn to face her and scowl “Never again insinuate that I have ever cared about Peter Pan. What I do care about however, is the endless number of girls who are tricked by his fake persona and end up with their hearts broken.”

She nods in understanding “Yeah you’re right, but you can’t exactly blame them, he does put on a good show.”

You roll your eyes at your friend, as she begins to check out Peter. “Don’t you get falling for his tricks!” You exclaim.

She smiles mischievously at you “I won’t, but there’s nothing wrong with checking him out. He is the hottest guy in school after all!” You scoff at her comment, before she continues “Plus, I don’t think his tricks will work on us.”

You tilt your head in confusion at her “And why’s that?” You ask.

She smirks at you “Because thanks to your time spent behind enemy territory, we are fully aware of all his tricks, therefore rendering them useless against us!”

You let out a laugh “I think you might be onto something there.”

You stood at your locker in school the next day, waiting eagerly for your best friend to show up, politely greeting others as they pass. You stood on your tiptoes, trying to scout her out in the crowd of students, when suddenly a tall figure stands in front of you, blocking your view. You look up curiously to greet whoever has just entered your personal space, when you’re greeted with a pair of mischievous dark green eyes. Your smile instantly falters, turning into an annoyed glare “Can I help you with something Pan?”

He smirks down at you “Pan hmm? What happened to Peter? Or Petey? Oh how I miss our little pet names for each other love.”

You glare at him harder “Don’t call me that.”

He leans against the lockers, wrapping his arms around him cockily “What shall I call you then love?”

“Y/N. Or better yet, don’t call me at all.” He lets out a dark laugh, as you turn and begin walking away from him.

He soon catches up and begins walking along side you “Seriously Pan, what do you want?” You tried to act as annoyed as possible, but secretly part of you was intrigued as to why he was trying to talk to you after 4 years of not saying a word to one another.

“I thought maybe we could hang out some time, we did used to be best buds after all.” He playfully elbows you in the side, just like he used to do when you were kids. However, due to him getting a lot bigger in the four years you hadn’t been friends, the force of it caused you to stumble. You were about to fall straight into the lockers next to you, when suddenly Peters strong arms were wrapped around your body, holding you in place. You couldn't help but be engulfed in his familiar scent. He had always smelt like the forest, but now there was something else there, something dark and tempting.

You were stunned for a moment, before pulling yourself together and forcing yourself to back out of Peters arms. He smiled down at you gently, trying to apologise for knocking you over with his eyes. You were about to thank him, before you realised what he was doing. You mentally cursed yourself. You couldn’t believe you had almost fell for it! You had seen this done before. Peter “accidentally” bumping into a girl and having to save her by wrapping her in his muscular arms. You scoffed and glared up at him “Why in hell would I ever hang out with you? We haven’t been friends in years and for good reason.” You looked deep into his eyes and could have sworn you saw a flicker of hurt. You almost eased up, before once again remembering how Peter liked to play. This was most definitely an act “Just leave me alone.” You once again turned your back on Peter, allowing yourself to get lost in the crowd. Thankful that this time he didn’t follow.

You met up with your best friend at her house after school and went into detail about your run in with Peter earlier that day.

“Maybe he just misses you? You guys were close when you were younger, you used to do everything together!” Your friend suggested.

You began pacing back and forth “Misses me?” You think it over in your head “Definitely not. It doesn’t take someone four years to realise they miss someone. Plus Peter has way to much pride, he would much rather watch me die than admit he misses me. He’s after something.”

“After something? Like what, help with his homework?” Your friend once again chimes in.

You stopped your pacing to look at her “No way, despite his demonic personality, he is actually quite smart.”

“Well, you know him better than anyone, what do you think he’s after?” Your friend asks.

You sit beside her on the bed and let out a long sigh. “I have no idea, and that’s the problem. Peter likes to pretend he’s unpredictable, but I almost always know what he’s thinking or how he’s going to act. But honestly, this time I’m stumped.” You admit.

You made your way home, your mind still trying to comprehend the events of your earlier encounter with Peter. You hated how much he was invading your thoughts, but you couldn’t help yourself! It had been so long since you had spoken, since he had even looked in your direction. The whole thing was too confusing.

You opened the front door to your home and dragged yourself inside, wanting nothing more than to eat your dinner and go to sleep. Dinner was already being laid out on the table in the dining room and you began to feel a lot better after seeing the impressive spread your mother had put on. “Hey mom! This looks amazing, I’m starving.” You were about to sit at your usual spot at the table when your mother steps in front of you.

“Not so fast!” You look up at her questioningly. “We have guests coming over.” She stated plainly. “Now go upstairs and get changed into something nice.”

You roll your eyes at her but do as she says. You didn’t need to ask who the guests were. You could already tell from the wine on the table who was coming over, it was your parents and Peters parents favourite drink after all.

You quickly changed out of your jeans and into a nice skirt and top. Even though Peters parents would come to your house at least once every few weeks for drinks or a quick catch-up, you knew your mother expected you to make a bit of effort when they were coming over for dinner, as in her words “It’s only polite.” Plus you didn’t mind dressing up nice once in a while.

After brushing through your hair and applying a small layer of mascara, you made your way downstairs. You could hear laughter coming from the dinning room, signaling Peters parents arrival. You walked into the room and was just about to greet them, when you are stopped in your tracks by a pair of dark green eyes boring into you. Peter was seated opposite your usual space, smirking slightly at your shocked appearance.

“Y/N dear! How are you?” Peters mother asked, dragging you out of your shocked state. You quickly look away from Peter and smile warmly at his mother, responding politely.

You make your way over to your seat and cautiously sit down, trying to avoid Peters overwhelming stares. Luckily your parents were too invested in their conversation to notice the uncomfortable silence between the two of you. You try to focus on what his parents were saying, acting as if you were invested in their conversation, when really your mind was reeling out of control.

It had been years since Peter had last stepped inside your home, let alone come over for dinner. He was always invited of course, except his parents always gave some lame excuse he had given them as to why he couldn’t attend. But now, after what had already passed between you at school, he suddenly decided you and your family was worth his time?

Anger and confusion began to build inside of you. He was definitely after something. And you were determined to find out what.

You didn’t speak one word to Peter throughout the whole meal, but you could feel his intense stare on you the whole time, almost daring you to get lost in his eyes. However, as your friend had said to you yesterday at Granny’s diner, thanks to your knowledge of Peters moves, you were impervious to all of his charms... or so you thought.

You made your way upstairs after dinner, Peter following closely behind. You had hoped to be rid of him, but thanks to your mother insisting you show him hospitality whilst they have a few more drinks, you were now stuck with him.

You hold open the door to your bedroom, allowing the enemy access to your most sacred space. You sit down on the edge of your bed and watch Peter warily as he begins to make his way around your room. “It’s changed a lot since I was last In here.” He states, finally breaking the deafening silence.

You nod slowly “Yeah well, it’s been quite a few years...”

Peter turns around suddenly, his dark eyes landing on you “Four to be exact.”

You nod once again, honestly surprised that he had remembered.

“It looks nice...” he continues “Much better than before. Glad to see you no longer have those awful childish posters.”

You glare up at him “At least my room was never full of barbies.” You defend yourself.

Peter smirks at you, amused at your defensive attitude “I think you’re well aware they were action figures, not barbies.” He walks towards you and sits on your bed, leaning back to make himself comfortable “But I think you’ll find my room has also changed quite a bit since you were last in it.” He looks you up and down suggestively “You’re always welcome to come over and see.”

You stare at him in disbelief. Was he really trying to flirt with you?! You quickly grab one of your pillows and fling it over at him, hitting him squarely in his face.

He grabs the pillow and moves it away, laughing darkly “Do you really want to start this love?” He threatens.

You grab another pillow, ready to defend yourself “I thought I told you to call me Y/N?” You state angrily.

He lets out a small smirk “Actually love. I think you’ll find you asked me not to call you at all.”

You launch another pillow at him, fed up with his flirtatious wit, except this time he was ready with a counter attack.

Soon enough pillows are being flung back and forth between you, which suddenly results in a full blown war. You were about to attack with another direct hit to Peters face, when you all of a sudden stumble and fall forward into him. You land hard against his chest, your body lay across the top of him. You were engulfed once again in his rich scent, the smell almost drawing you in, tempting you to take in more.

“Y/N?” Peter suddenly whispers, his warm breath tingling your ear “Are you okay love?”

You pull back suddenly, shocked at your own sudden dark thoughts aimed towards Peter.

You straighten up, avoiding his intense gaze. “Yes, I’m fine. Sorry. I fell... I didn’t hurt you did I?” You pull yourself together and risk a glance in his direction, tying your best to keep yourself composed.

“I’m fine love, as long as you’re not hurt.” For a moment he almost seemed genuinely worried, and you could feel yourself open up to him. That was until you could see him holding back that devilish smirk. You couldn’t believe it. He thought he had got you.

After spending the entire day wondering why Peter had suddenly approached you, it never once crossed your mind that you may be his next conquest. 

Well two could play that game...

[remmushound]

Birds of Prey

Pete waddled happily across the rooftop with no true destination in his mind, but he sure did love to waddle! Especially at night when he was less likely to be yelled at and could find all sorts of goodies lying around! He hoped and hoped with all his heart to find bread on his nightly journey, be it stale or fresh he’d eat it all the same. As long as it filled his belly and tasted good, he’d gobble it down.

He gave a curious coo and stopped with his foot still raised mid-step, tilting his head farther than any human could hope to achieve when he heard the strange sound of chewing. Not chewing like a human would, but more like some starved animal that had just found its first meal in days. Whatever it was, it sounded like the animal— or animals— were definitely enjoying themselves. Pete couldn’t help but wonder if he could steal a few scraps, if there were any left.

He followed the sound a few buildings down until he found the source of the frenzied scarfing and peered down to get a look at who it was. Maybe one of his friends! But no— he didn't know these mutants. They sure were big though! Two of them, one bigger than the other but both of them a lot bigger than Pete was. One was fat and hairy with a big gut, but big muscles too; he had a bright purple mohawk that Pete couldn’t help but stare at and the spikey black and orange outfits he wore were so vibrant too! The bigger one had no furs or feathers that Pete could see, but he shared the same jiggly belly as his comrade and two large horns on his nose that Pete was ever so curious about.

New friends, maybe? New friends with food! Both of them held a massive disk of bread covered in cheesies and pepperonis and all sorts of greens that Pete couldn’t recognize, and beside them was a broken and bent two-wheel car that Pete sometimes saw those strange humans riding in the day. Stacking beside it were more boxes, some empty but others with more of the yummy-smelling bread disks! Pete wondered if they wouldn’t mind sharing.

***

Bebop and Rocksteady were having the time of their lives, howling through the night with their mouths full of stolen pizza. They were still reliving the hilarity of the pizza boy's expression when his bike got picked up and folded like a pretzel, and how he had nearly wet himself screaming for his mommy. Bebop was on his fifth pizza, scarfing out down like there was no tomorrow, when he heard a strange rush of air that made his ears give a curious twitch.

“Hey Rocky, what’s that?”

Rocksteady swiped his tongue over his lips as his gray eyes searched around to find what Bebop was talking about. He had heard the rush of air too but had given it little mind since eating his share was more important to him at the moment. Looking down, he finally found just what it was that his boyfriend had been talking about.

The creature was pathetically small compared to them, with a dopey little smile on his face and eyes that seemed to bulge out of the sides of his head. A little gray pigeon, from what little Rocksteady could tell, with a vibrant chest of blue and purple and a hopeful look in his eyes. He wore tiger-striped boxers and a watermelon-colored fanny back on his side, a pin that read ‘CUPID’ locked onto the belt. Apart from that, the only other accessory he had was a space-patterned sash that held various bottles, some filled with soda or other beverages, and some filled with shiny rocks and other tiny and shiny things.

“HI I’M PETE!” The mutant said in an obnoxiously loud voice. His tongue was hanging out of his beak between uneven sets of teeth and, though he often corrected it, his tongue just kept falling back out again. “I like your bread disks! Can I have some?”

He didn't wait for a response before he went to try and peck at the cheese dripping down Bebop’s fingers, catching some of the warthog's fur. Bebop gave a squeal out of surprise more than pain and then snorted his anger.

“Oh, I know you didn't just do that!” Bebop pulled his lips back in a snarl.

Pete frowned and tilted his head. “I… I’ll trade you some soda pop for em?”

Pete reached into his belt and pulled out a half-drunk bottle of Pepsi, offering it gladly to the mutants. Bebop snatched it from Pete’s claws and bit into the plastic, sucking down the drink in two solid gulps before tossing the empty bottle back at Pete. Pete gave a startled squeak and stepped back to try and avoid the hit, then gave an excited bounce between his feet and opened his mouth for the promise of pizza.

Rocksteady reached down and grabbed Pete by the neck, hoisting him up and laughing as the pigeon started to screech.

“Hi Pete. I’m Rocksteady. And you ain’t getting non’ma food!”

Pete gulped. Rocksteady pulled his arm back, still holding Pete tightly, and launched the helpless mutant clear across the alley. Pete landed hard, bouncing a few times and luckily managing to land unsteadily on his feet and he tried to take off into flight.

“Aww, don’t go yet, little Petey!” Bebop grabbed Pete by his ankles and yanked him back down, purposely knocking his head against the ground before dragging Pete back into the alley. “We just getting started!”

***

It was almost halfway into her rounds and Pete still hadn’t come to visit her— she hadn’t even seen the hapless creature bumbling about like he often did. She tried to tell herself that it was nothing, and that the kid had probably just eaten himself into a food coma somewhere, but the pit in her chest made her think otherwise. Hobs always told her never to fly lower than the clouds— that would increase her chances of being spotted by any late-night humans below— but she couldn’t help it. So she dipped down lower than the clouds and let the sharpness of her eyes scan the buildings and alleys below.

The lights of the city were almost blinding to her sensitive eyes, and so the white film came over her to block out the brunt of the unnatural brightness. That certainly made it a lot easier for her to see the scenes happening below her, able to make out the smallest of details even hundreds of feet below. She could see quite a few drug dealing going down between both mutant and human, but she didn't care. Let them have their fun— it was none of her business! She could see drunk men and women stumbling home or into their cars from late nights at the bar. She could see those four turtle brothers hanging around, doing whatever it is they do. It was of no concern to her that night— as long as they stayed far away from her. A moment of thought passed through her considering if they could have done something to her annoying friend, but she quickly brushed past it. The turtles absolutely adored Pete, often leaving their pizza scraps for him to find so he’d always have something to fill his belly. They would never hurt the careless creature.

Her eyes continued to search for several more minutes until they locked on a scuffle in an alleyway. She looked even closer and dove lower to made out the details. It wasn’t like Pete to get in a physical altercation with anyone, but it was better to be safe when it came to the safety of the mutant pigeon. What she found were a pair of two brutish mutants laughing as they help down a tiny mutant with very little effort on their part, guffawing as the mutant flapped his wings desperately in an attempt to escape.

“Pete…”

She started to circle in the sky, watching the every move of those monsters as they terrorized her friend. Her friend! And she couldn’t be more furious. She tucked her wings in tight for a sudden dive, then started to circle the alleyway more closely. Humans be damned, she was going to help her friend whether she was spotted or not! Another sharp dive and another circle as she searched for an open place to land. With her wingspan, landing always proved to be a difficult feat. Each wing spanned fifteen feet, enough to give her the force to lift herself from the ground even at her great size. She knew she wouldn’t be able to land properly in the alley itself, it was far too narrow, but the road offered an almost perfect landing strip…

***

“I’m sorry!” Pete whimpered as he still tried to escape, pants and Fanny pack ripped off and his contents dumped all over, as well as all the soda he had on his belt. They dumped it on his head and wings and made his feathers feel all heavy and sticky. “I’M PETE!”

“You said that already!” Rocksteady kicked Pete over and laughed as Bebop walked over with one of the pizza boxes.

“You want pizza so badly little man? Here you go!” He dumped the hot cheese all over Pete’s chest and smeared it in down to his blood feathers, twisting it as deep as he could manage while Pete screeched with the heat.

“Aww, poor birdie! I thought you liked pizza.” Rocksteady laughed, “Or— I’m sorry, bread-disks!”

“I’m sorry!” Pete whimpered, trying to flap his heavy wings, “I’m Pete— I’m Pete—”

“GET AWAY FROM HIM!”

The screech came from the road and made both Bebop and Rocksteady look up with curious grunts. Before they could do much more than look, the flash of gray and black was upon them and talons dug into their flesh, targeting the soft of their stomach. Bebop in particular took the brunt of the sickle-claws, and he was left with four large gashes in his stomach that immediately started to bleed profusely.

“Hey— ow, that hurt!” Bebop and Rocksteady backed up as one, laughing off the pain as they tried to get a better look at their frankly powerful attacker.

It was another bird, this one twice as big and twice as strong. The majority of her feathers were a light gray, but her wings were black and tipped with white. They were folded upward, the majority of their size hidden from view, with the highest feather almost three feet above her head. Her face was white with a striped pattern of black and her eyes of white stared back at them. She had a torn wrapping on her chest, and a loincloth around her waist.

“That was the point.” She gave an almost evil hiss as she hopped forward, stepping between the brutes and Pete.

Rocksteady gave a concerned grunt when he smelled the blood pulling from Bebop’s belly, and he turned to the falcon with a furious snort as he dug a foot into the stone. “YOU GON PAY FOR THAT!”

Before Rocksteady could complete his charge, Koya locked her talons around Pete’s shoulder and hoisted him onto her back, sprinting off and spreading her wings the moment they entered the streets. Rocksteady still charged, but missed completely and instead started to roar curses at the birds as they disappeared into the night sky.