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[indigosabyss]

Remember that USM-Sam meets 616-Sam idea I had??? Yeah, imagine:

"So, what? You guys stay here, like some kind of Backup Avengers?" Sam-From-Another-Dimension-Who-Would-Henceforth-Be-Called-Nova asked, looking around the tricarrier.

"Basically." Ava agreed, though that was stretching it a bit.

"I could be in the real Avengers." Their Sam scoffed.

Nova threw his hands up, "Aw, man, you too? Sucks. I got extended an invite once, too, but Mom told me I couldn't join. Something about child endangerment and other garbage."

His statement was met with stunned silence.

Ava knew a bit about Sam's past. How he used to tour the Galaxy with a bunch of aliens, brought there by a friend of his father's. Who according to Peter looked astonishingly like a raccoon.

He had never mentioned a mother, and it didn't take a genius to realize what happened there.

"You have a family?" Sam asked, "Like... Actual parents?"

Ava felt like dying. This was not a conversation she wanted to be listening to.

"Well, parent. But my dad's somewhere out there. And I have a sister too." Nova confirmed, "Do you not...?"

[stuck-in-2012]

Theres nothing wrong with you, its true, its true

“Hey, have you seen...” Peter trailed off as he looked around the room searching for the one missing face among his team.

“I thought they were with you?” Ava asked, watching Sam’s face slowly contort in worry, hand reaching out to his helmet, ready to zip away in a blur of blue light.

“Yeah… they were. I’m here for…” Peter pointed at Sam.

All eyes turned to Nova as he stood slowly, nerves getting the better of him. Something was wrong. Not ‘time to dive over the tricarrier and make a dash before they hit the ground below’ level wrong, but Webs’ brows were knit and he came looking for Sam specifically. That only happened when a special kind of TLC was needed. “Where?” Sam’s terse voice came out like a demand as he put his helmet on.

“The usual”. Peter hadn’t gotten three syllables before Sam was gone down the hall.

“So what happened?” Ava asked as Spidey sat down.

“Fell into the wrong corner of the internet.” At Danny’s confused look Peter went on. “ ‘Phobes, “that doesn’t exist”, just crummy people being crummy people.”

Iron First nodded and frowned at the hall sympathetically.

 Nova stopped outside the locked door. “Babe? It’s Sammy, can I…” He paused, not so much waiting for a response but listening for… The door panel light changed to green indicating it was open from the inside. As Nova opened the door, light flooded the room. …’sign 1: sitting in the dark’. “Oh, honey…”

He took his helmet off and sat nearly flush on the bed. Sam held his arms open slightly. Not a demand, just an offer. A welcome one at that, tangled hair got pressed into the side of his face as he was pulled close. Sam could admit he wasn’t the best at comforting and worse at offering affirmation but thankfully he was dating someone that gave really good preemptive instructions for how to help and what to do when/if they get like… this.

“Mm?” Sam prompted, nuzzling.

“Mm-mm.” Well, alright then… ‘sign 2: not having emotional energy to communicate verbally’.

“Do you…” before Sam could offer things he knew they liked they started to cry. “Yay, there you go I gotchu…”

“It… it sucks!” they clutched onto the gold straps of his suit as shaky breaths turned into earnest sobs. “Just, sucks.”

Gentle pets and tight hugs, helped the tension ease and the tears flow. Letting it out always was the best thing for them. Sam took a deep breath -one they mimicked trying to calm down. “No, no no, let it out, gumball, let it out”- hearing them sob like this was always contagious, making his eyes water. Sam reached for their phone, their ears must be ringing like sirens in the silence... ah, yup. A familiar icon; four houses: three blank, one with colorful stripes.

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As the emotional chords and lyrics filled the small space as did more tears and sobs. Sam held the shaking body close as the song looped again and again. When the first yawn broke through he knew they’d feel better soon. They tugged at the strap they still held getting Nova’s attention. When he looked down they pressed the tips of their fingers to their chin and pulled a flat hand away from their face.

“Don’t thank me, baby. You don’t have to thank me. I love you, I’ll always be here when the world sucks.” That got a little giggle, before the sobs came back and they latched on like a vice. A few tears slipped down his own face. He couldn’t help it, as much as he’d like to be a calm and collected comfort watching the dysphoria hit always broke his heart to see.

“Ooh! Hol’ on a sec.” They let go and scrubbed their face as their boyfriend searched through their regular day bag. “Ah ha!” he sat down just as they tossed away a soiled tissue. “Bam. Passport and driver’s license are next.” Sam set a small card in their hand. They looked at the piece of plastic and smiled before clutching it to their chest. Their S.H.I.E.L.D. I.D. was the only official document they had that had the correct name on it. It was useless everywhere else but still made them happy to have.

“I love you, Sammy.”

“I love you, too, handsome.”

A pause. “Promise?”

“Yeah. The real you.” His statement accentuated by running his fingers over the bump of each scar on their chest. “We can talk to Connors about bottom and T. tomorrow if you feel like it then?”

They nodded and presses kisses to his shoulder as they pulled him to sit in their lap, tangling themselves together snug. More tears flowed, again and again as they curled tight. After what felt like could be an hour a knock tapped at the door. They nodded into the boy clutched in their arms prompting Sam to hold them tighter and turn to the door, “It’s open.”

The team peered in with matching sorrowful expressions. Sam may be the one actively in a relationship but all five of the team had grown to need the young agent. Danny held out bottle. Sam looked down. “Do you think you could try and drink some water, love?”

They sniffled and sat up eagerly, nodding and pulling stray hairs off their wet face. Danny smiled at their immediate interest in hydration. Sam pressed a kiss to their temple after they swiftly downed 3/5 of the liquid. When they yawned for the n’th time Ava ushered the others to leave and let the couple be.

“Mm!”

“What’s up?” Peter asked from the doorway.

They pointed to Sam, then to the team, then snuggled back into their boyfriend. Surly they weren’t asking for Sam to leave (they didn’t do it like that). At Peter’s confused face Sam spoke to his partner loud enough for the others to hear the message being translated to them, “they’ll grab me if Nova’s needed.”

“Nah, dude stay, we go-” Sam cut Luke off with a shake of his head and continued quieter, “they’ll spiral if they think they’re keeping me from something.” The taller boy nodded as the four heroes bid the two goodnight and closed the door.

“Think you could sleep?”

The start of a nod before a shrug.

“Wanna try?”

Soft nodding.

“Okay,” Sam sighed as he spoke and laid down. He felt the familiar weight and warmth as they curled around him and pressed a few gentle kisses to the back of his neck.

[theironcan]

I couldn’t have predicted that- sure but I could’ve stopped him from using my tower, I could’ve stopped him from using Clint for as long as he did. I could’ve fixed the Tricarrier faster- or been a better team player.

Sokovia accords but just for me since I can’t make a right choice ever.

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[cipheress-to-k-pop]

Danny Rand when he’s clingy

imcarolinashannon said:

What about HC (or whatever you want) for Danny where he comes back from a mission tired/sleep deprived and just is so clingy and cuddly towards his s/o? It would be so cute for him to just be like *blam on their lap* "I live here now"

And of course you absolutely don't have to write this is you don't want to. I understand my bro.

ightimmaheadoutloveyouboo

A/N: My midterms just got over yesterday and I just got a notification that my mock finals start in 2 weeks so....I’m so dead. Sorry it’s so short, I just couldn’t think of anything to add to it.

Well the day starts off with Danny just not into it

He probably didn’t get a lot of sleep the night before

Woke up with a headache maybe?

Just slugs his way through breakfast and is so NOT in the mood for bs today

It’s one of those days where the others are like ‘oh damn he’s human too.’

He’s still pretty calm though

Cuz let’s be honest, it’s Danny

But he’s just feeling oddly lethargic and sluggish

Not up for any physical training today

But of course, the universe likes to make his life miserable

So, the rest of the day is filled with the team just running around, stopping robberies, supervillains, etc, etc

And Danny over here has just about had it

Every time he throws a punch towards someone, he’s crying in his head

Cuz he just wanted a calm day

Where he could get home and meditate and drink some nice hot tea

Maybe curl up with a book on the couch

Maybe take a cat nap

But no

Instead he’s running around NYC trying to stop apparently every super villain

And once the day is over and everything seems calm

It’s nearly 2 in the morning and Danny has had it

So, when Fury calls the team in for a mission briefing, he honestly wants to bite him

Cue him having a small fantasy in his head where he’s a German shepherd and just barking and biting at Fury

But he obviously doesn’t do anything but whine a little

Which Fury ignores

So, he kind of just miserably drags himself to the tricarrier

And the team is like concerned for him because he looks like he’s gonna drop dead

And so, Pete is just like maybe we can just finish it without him

And Danny could honestly feel tears

Because this is what he’s wanted the whole day and he’s just over the moon

So, when Fury gives him the green light, he’s just out of there

Gets a sudden burst of energy when he gets to go home

So damn excited to go to bed

In his head he’s sprinting towards the house screaming and cheering

But the others are just watching him stumble home tiredly with his eyes half closed

And he reaches your shared apartment after he gets changed

And when he comes inside, the lights are still on

And there greets him the highlight of his day

You grinning at him from your place on a couch, a pot of tea and some dinner on the coffee table

“The team said you’d be coming home late, so I thought I’d give you some dinner.”

He suddenly feels guilty

“I didn’t want to wake you.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I was finishing up some work for school anyway.”

And so, he just crawls onto the sofa and flops on your lap quite pathetically

And your fingers are just combing through his hair

His eyes are drooping shut and he’s just about to fall asleep when

“Do you wanna move to the bed?”

“I’m not moving. Ever.”

You laughed, “So you’re not gonna move off my lap ever?”

“Yep, I live here now.”

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[theofficialshield]

At tricarrier, i take orders from only 3 ppl:

Director Fury

Deputy Director Hill

And Agent Coulson

-😎

I am one of the three! Ha ha!

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[ultimatepeter-man]

Headcanon

The SHIELD staff are equally exasperated and fond of the Academy students. They enjoy their antics and whenever the Academy is attacked they get extra protective of the heroes, often resulting in aiding the superheroes.

The medbay staff are, particularly, close to the students, especially those who land themselves in the medbay most of the time.

The only section of the staff that is more exasperated than amused are the guards stationed within and outside the Triskelion and Tricarrier. The fact that Spider-Man is able to sneak into places he’s not supposed hasn’t earned them many points, and it’s particularly tough keeping the Academy students out of restricted areas.

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[katoninefandoms]

13. “How do I know I can trust you, after what you did?”

Feat. Sam and Bucky

Sam trudged through the common area, still thinking about whatever it was that had made him so upset at Barnes the week before. He couldn’t even remember what he’d been mad about - if he was honest with himself. Something inconsequential, that was for sure. Though, with Barnes, the little things just seemed to add up so quickly. He wasn’t ever really sure why.

Well, that was a lie. He knew exactly what it was, but if he told anyone, even Steve, he wasn’t sure what would get back to Barnes, and he really didn’t want to have that conversation yet. He stalked into the kitchen, huffing, and started to put together a sandwich. He pulled out the new pack of lunch meat that he’d bought two days ago. Touching it made him remember, and his jaw clenched. He huffed and stood, slamming the fridge door shut. Of course that would get him riled up, when it was just Barnes.

Someone cleared their throat behind him, and he whipped around.

Barnes was standing in the doorway, looking weirdly - adorably? - pathetic. “I… didn’t touch your meat this time.”

Sam huffed and pretended not to be touched. “Yeah, thanks. Human decency is a miracle, isn’t it?”

He noticed Barnes flinching a little out of the corner of his eye, and tried to ignore him as he made his sandwich. But the other man kept walking closer, inch by inch, until Sam finally turned to face him.

“What do you want?”

Barnes shrugged a little, posture held carefully straight. “I just wanted to apologize. I want… I want to talk to you about… us.”

“Us?” Sam crossed his arms, attempting to hold himself together. “There is no ‘us’.”

Barnes knew that Sam was weakening about this, Sam could see it in his face, and smiled just a little, “Could there be?”

The question caught Sam off-guard, and he stared at the other man, just stared for a minute. Barnes’ smile started to fade, and he even had the audacity to shuffle his feet.

“Could there?” Sam repeated. “I don’t know. Could there?”

Barnes wanted it, and that was something Sam had not been prepared to think about. He wanted it. Sam could see it in his eyes, in the way he held himself. And, damn, Sam wanted it, too. He turned around, unable to face Barnes right then. He saw his sandwich, forgotten on the counter, and found he didn’t really have much of an appetite anymore.

“I… I think there could be,” Barnes murmured, just loud enough for Sam to hear. “I’m sure willing to t-”

“You’re willing. But am I?” Sam spun back around, glaring. The way Barnes flinched back didn’t make him feel any better. Ugh. “How do I know I can trust you, after what you did?”

“Stole your lunch meat?”

Sam just stared at him another moment, and Barnes looked increasingly sheepish. Sam held up his hands to count on his fingers, “Stole my lunch meat. Hogged the couch. Left a mess in the kitchen two weeks ago. Or should I go back further?” Barnes’ face paled. “Abandoned Steve on the bank of the Potomac. Tried to kill us on the Tricarriers. Ripped my steering wheel out of my car before trying to kill us on the bypass. Not to mention-” He stopped. Nothing good would come of mentioning any more of the things Barnes did under Hydra’s control. The man was already curling up tighter into himself. “I just…” his voice was softening, “I’m not sure about this. About… us.”

The corner of Barnes’ mouth ticked up, “You said there wasn’t an ‘us’.”

Sam just huffed, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, well…” He sighed, “Look, I’m not… opposed. I’m just wary. Y-You can’t blame me for that. Steve knows more about you and how things work for you and he… he’s more comfortable with you. But I don’t have that background.” He shrugged a little. “It would take time.”

Barnes was silent for a minute, looking at his toes and thinking. Sam tried not to hold his breath, tried to act like it wasn’t killing him to wait for a response. Slowly, Barnes came closer. He reached out, hesitantly, and gently held Sam’s hand in his right one.

“I’m willing to wait.” He smiled up at him, hopefully. “We can work it out.”

Sam found himself smiling back, just a little, “Y’know… I’m willing to believe that.”

Barnes’ grin was dazzling.

[stuck-in-2012]

Spidey body swap take 4

Peter squinted his eyes at the fluorescent light. Ah, the tricarrier medbay. Went down in a fight... hmmm, the last thing he remembered was… Mesmero. “Aw, cra- crap!” that was not his voice. That was…

“Ugh what happened... what the... what the!?”

“No. Not you.”

“What did you do?! This- this is wrong. This is so wro- ugh, how do you turn the sticky off.”

“Oh, no… did you guys…” Ava droned. After the Loki incident it wasn’t hard to guess what had happened.

Peter sighed before sliding off the cot, the metal of the nova suit feeling annoyingly heavy. “You don’t ‘turn it off’, you relax.” He walked over to help Sam unstick from the bed sheet but flinched back.

“Ok! Geeze, you don’t have to yell. I haven’t had spider powers before.”

“I didn’t-” Peter was cut off by the teams laughing, Luke clapping in his amusement.

Sam flinched at the sound, dropping the sheet and covering his ears. When he went to meet gazes to tell the team to shut up he couldn’t get his eyes open more than a sliver before squinting and curling over.

“P- uh, Sam? Are you alright?” Danny asked gently and reached out to comfort. Sam flinched and slapped Danny’s hand away. A loud crack resounded in the infirmary followed by Danny’s yell of pain. Iron fist cradled his now broken wrist as Sam began hyperventilating.

“Wha- oh cr- sorry, I- oh gods.”

The team jumped into ready stances as Fury and Coulson reached for their guns. Spiderman was very powerful and if he went off the rails it was a big deal. Connors guided Danny to sit down and begin casting his wrist. Sam’s panic swelled as firearms were pointed in his direction. Realization hit Peter like the jougernaut as he rushed over to turn off the lights and guided everyone to stand down.

“What are you-”

“Shhh!” Peter cut Fury off with splayed arms. The room sat quiet as Sam’s breathing slowed. He hesitantly opened his eye’s to see his own terse, concerned face looking back.

“What. Was that.” Sam said glaring at Peter.

“I have enhanced senses. Sounds are louder, light is brighter. You get used to it but take it easy.”

“I can’t believe this.” Sam swung his arm for emphasis. The action reminding him of his earlier action. “Danny! Oh crap, I’m so sorry, I-” Sam looked at his hands, peters hands. He had superstrength. Sam did too when he used his helmet but he could always feel the Nova force around him when he used it. Now, he didn’t even feel strong, everything just felt fragile. Breaking Danny’s hand had been like cracking a pretzel.

“How do you…”

“A lot of trial and error. Lucky for you, I can help you skip the error part.”

  [continue?]

[creativityflowfics]

Told You So

I promised this six months ago, why am I like This

Read on Ao3

1.

Peter admits, he hasn't always been there for his team. Especially in the beginning, when he was new and selfish, and still struggling to fit in with the team's dynamic.

But he's learned a lot since then. He's thrown himself into the role of team leader and made it his personal mission to always be there for his friends, no matter what. And he pays attention. He depends on his spidey sense to watch out for him, while Peter himself focuses solely on his teammates.

Like Sam. Sam, who has stupidly stolen a brownie from MJ, who's too busy having a debate over some history question with Ava to notice.

Normally, Peter would let it go. He's just as guilty from taking food when MJ or Harry isn't watching, so, really, he wouldn't have said anything other than a raised eyebrow in Sam's direction.

But he knows that MJ's grandma uses her "secret ingredient" in all of her baking, and everyone knows her secret is several extra scoops of peanuts.

Peter doesn't realize what he's doing until he's already out of his seat and tackling Sam over the lunch table. The brownie goes flying one way as Peter and Sam fall to the floor, and the whole lunch table falls silent as the boy’s stumble over each other, trying to untangle themselves.

"Parker, what the hell?" Sam asks, finally getting fed up and pushing the taller boy off of him.

Peter's face goes red. "You... the brownie... Dude, you have a peanut allergy," he finally stutters out.

A look of realization dawns across Sam's face. "How did you-?"

"Are you two dorks going to get off the floor?" Ava asks, raising her eyebrow.

Peter's face darkens even more, and MJ openly laughs at them. As Sam sits back down, she leans over with a smirk. "Serves you right. Don't steal my brownies next time."

"Don't put peanuts in them next time," he counters. "Anyway, how did you know about my allergy, Parker?"

"Uh, you told me about it?" Peter reminds him. "Like, it was one of the first things you told me when we first met."

Sam looks at him skeptically, but ultimately decides to let it go. Lunch carries on like normal, except MJ slides her brownies to her other side, away from Sam.

2.

"What time are the boys coming over?" Aunt May asks as she pulls on oven mitts. "I want Sam to try out this new recipe I found."

Peter checks his phone, but there are no new messages from Sam, Luke, or Danny, so he shrugs. "Danny said they'd be over around six. But Sam likes to take his time, so I'm guessing around six thirty."

His aunt gives a playful shake of her head as she pulls a batch of cookies out of the oven. "That boy. You told them I was ordering pizza for you guys, right?"

"Yes, Aunt May," Peter sighs as he sneaks a cookie. It's still warm from the oven, the chocolate chips are melting on his tongue, and the peanut butter sticks to the roof of his mouth. It's heaven.

His aunt whacks him with a wooden spoon, and huffs. "Peter, at least pretend like you're trying to restrain yourself from eating all the food."

"It's one cookie," he defends. His phone dings in his hand, and he unlocks it to see a message from Sam, saying they've left the tricarrier.

Peter blinks. Sam. The cookies. Crap.

"Aunt May, you can't let Sam have these cookies."

"And why can't I?" she asks, propping a hand on her hip and looking at Peter expectantly.

"He's allergic," he says, "to peanuts. Wait, didn't he tell you?"

"He never said anything to me, even when he was living here. I guess that explains why he always offered to do the grocery shopping." May looks at the batch of cookies sadly before turning to get the flour, eggs, sugar, and chocolate chips. "Come on, Peter. I want this new batch in the oven before the boys get here."

Peter knows they don't have that much time, and that Luke, Danny, and Sam will be knocking on their door any minute, but he grabs a measuring cup and sets to work anyway.

3.

The team tries their best to have at least one study session a week. Usually, they hang out at Peter's house, lounging around on the sofa and spreading their books across the coffee table, but occasionally, on especially really tough weeks, they go out. They prefer the pizza parlor, but the group is also known to push tables together at the closest Starbucks and get hyped up on caffeine while trying to memorize every detail of whatever they learned in chemistry.

While Ava glares over the top of her science book, Sam and Peter take turns throwing wadded up napkins at each other.

"Shouldn't you be studying?" she asks.

"Uh, I don't know if you know this, Ava, but this is science." Peter makes a show of slamming his textbook closed. "I'm kind of a genius when it comes to this stuff."

"I just don't care," Sam shrugs. “Chemistry is boring.” Peter gasps, over dramatic, and he flips him off, before standing from his seat and grabbing his empty cup. “I’m going for refills. Anyone else want anything?”

Ava perks up and raises her hand. “I could go for a refill,” she says, and shakes her cup so the group can hear the tiniest bit of coffee sloshing around.

“What did you get?” Sam asks, swiping the cup from her hands. “My seasonal favorite is leaving soon, so I need to find a new drink.”

She looks annoyed at having her drink stolen but doesn’t move to take it back. “It’s hazelnut.”

Sam nods and lifts to cup to his lips, and Peter chokes on air for a second before ripping to cup away.

“Are you nuts?” he asks. (He absolutely does not laugh to himself for the unintended pun. He doesn’t.) “You have a peanut allergy, Sam.”

Sam only blinks at him. “Uh, yeah, Web Head, peanuts. Hazelnuts are fine,” he explains. “So are almonds and stuff.”

Ava and Luke smirk at him and Danny gives a soft laugh. “It is very kind of you to have your friend’s wellbeing in mind.”

“Yeah, Webs, it’s awful sweet of you,” Sam smirks.

Peter rolls his eyes and gives the cup back. “Yeah, yeah. It’s the last time, though.”

4.

“Have you noticed that Sam forgets he has a peanut allergy, like, all the time?” Peter asks Director Fury one day after training.

“Nova tends to forget a lot of things when it comes to his wellbeing,” he agrees. “The only reason SHIELD knows about his allergy is because we have access to his medical files.”

“He didn’t even tell SHIELD?” Peter gapes.

“He forgot.” The way he says it sounds like Fury is repeating something he doesn’t believe. “But we’ve made sure to take the proper precautions. He has an EpiPen on him at all times, and we have everything we need here in the med bay.”

Peter nodded in relief. “How serious is it?” he asks. “Every time I ask, he brushes it aside.”

“Not as serious as you’re imagining,” Fury assures him. “But serious enough that we should still be prepared.”

Awesome, Peter thinks, and glances over at the teammate in question. “Is Sam trying to steal Luke’s Snickers bar?”

Beside him, the director of SHIELD gives a long, tired sigh.

5.

Like the time with the brownies, Peter doesn’t think before he acts. At least this time, he doesn’t have to tackle Sam over the table.

A grateful shopkeeper keeps insisting that she has to repay them somehow, and despite Spider-Man insisting that no, she doesn’t, she slips a bag of candy into everyone's hands, and shoos them out the door before they can say a “thank you.”

“It’s nice to not get yelled at for destroying a place for a change,” Sam jokes, swinging his bag of candy as he floats up to the nearest rooftop.

Peter has to agree as he follows him. Of course, they don’t expect or even want the New York citizens to start going crazy over them, but the occasional thank you was always nice. Peter pops one of the candies into his mouth, and bites down on a chocolate covered peanut.

He doesn’t think. Sam hasn’t eaten the candy yet, but he’s reaching into the bag, so Peter quickly smacks it out of his hand.

“Hey!” Sam protests, glaring at the fallen bag, and then at Peter. “What was that for?”

“Uh… peanuts?” he manages and rubs his neck nervously. “I mean, they’re chocolate covered peanuts. And you never pay attention, so… yeah.”

Sam rolls his eyes. “Okay, listen, Webs. It’s nice that you care and pay attention or whatever, but this is ridiculous, okay?” he says. “I’ve gotten along just fine without you for years, I think I can manage my own allergy. I certainly don’t need you jumping over tables and knocking candy out of my hand.”

Peter is tempted to point out the several times he’s had to keeps peanuts away from Sam (he didn’t even tell Aunt May, she had no idea, how was that even possible?), but figures it’s probably best that he doesn’t. Besides, even he can admit when he’s crossed a line, and he has been a little overbearing recently.

He sighs. “You’re right, I’m sorry. I’ll back off.”

Sam gives a small smile. “That’s all I’m asking.”

+1

The Guardians of the Galaxy have taken to visiting Earth a lot more frequently in recent months, whether it just be a social call, or a legitimate, Earth threatening event. During their visits, Sam would disappear for hours at a time, and when he returned, he’d be bouncing on the balls of his feet and laughing his way through whatever antics Rocket had gotten him into.

This time, when he comes back, the Guardians are a panicking mess with Sam being carried in Gamora’s arms.

“What happened?” Peter asks, following the Guardians to the med bay.

“How should I know?” Rocket rants. “You stupid humans are too fragile, all he did was eat some ice cream!”

It’s then that Peter can finally catch a glance of Sam. His face is red and splotchy, and it looks like he’s having a little trouble breathing. He knows immediately what’s wrong, and motions for the Guardians to follow him to the med bay.

“What’s happening to him?” Gamora asks, laying Sam down on the nearest cot.

“’m fine,” Sam says, trying to push himself up.

“Peanut allergy,” Peter answers as a doctor steps over to assist. “What were you saying about being able to manage your own allergy?”

Sam glares and gives him the finger.

“You have a peanut allergy?” Star Lord nearly shrieks. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“You didn’t know?” Peter asks, surprised.

“There aren’t exactly peanuts in space, Spider-Boy.” Star Lord quirks an eyebrow, and Peter kind of wants to correct him, but lets it go.

Peter and the Guardians are quickly ushered out of the room when it’s clear they aren’t planning on helping, so they’re left to wait outside.

“What is a peanut allergy?” Drax eventually asks.

“It just means he can’t eat peanuts,” Peter explains. “His body just reacts to it differently than other people.”

Rocket grumbles about weak humans, and Peter and Star Lord both shoot him offended glares.

By the time the SHEILD doctors allow them back inside, the Guardians are scrambling through the door. Peter allows them to go first and patiently waits in the hallway until he can talk to Sam alone.

As soon he steps into the room, Sam looks like he’s stuck between avoiding his gaze and glaring at him.

“Don’t say it,” he says. “Don’t you dare say it, Parker.”

“Say what?” he asks, feigning innocence.

“I can see it in your eyes,” Sam continues. “If you say ‘I told you so,’ I swear I’ll tell the doctor you hit me, and then you won’t be allowed back in here.”

Peter laughs and sits down on the end of the bed. “I would never,” he says, but has to bite his tongue. “But does this mean I can start tackling you over tables again to stop from being stupid?”

“No,” Sam huffs, and kicks at him. “But I guess it wouldn’t hurt if you, I dunno, helped keep an eye out or whatever.”

“Deal,” he nods and gets up off the bed, heading towards the door. “You should get some rest, Sam.”

“It’s not that big of a deal,” he gripes.

Peter rolls his eyes and stops before leaving the room. “Oh, and Sam? I told you so.”

He ducks out the door before the pillow can hit him.

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