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Kimi: i am scheming

Kimi: and that's for me to know and for you to never find out.

PETER: i'd be a valuable asset to the team

  ❛  AS MUCH AS i do love my house, i can’t believe summer is half gone and the most exciting thing i’ve done was finish monster world’s main story,  ❜  he half-joked.  ❛  have you had better luck?  ❜  

Kimi: I need two burner phones, a night light, and an alarm clock and I need you not to ask why.

Kimi: Preferably sooner than later.

PETER: you sound like you're scheming

PETER: and not letting me take part

Jack: I’ll be ther in 5minutes no sweat.

Jack: you ought to be more careful with that web shooter of yours.

Jack: yeah and I kno excatly how you can repay. I need a favour anyway.

“—THIS ?? this is nothing !!” she wore the bruises and cuts on her face and body like medals, a level of NERVE radiating from her being. a certain recklessness accompanying it. juno wore the brightest smile after having followed through on one of her dumbest ideas yet; she went on the streets, played vigilante, tried to be her dad. “the other guy looks WAY worse than me !!” she happily proclaimed.

His brows furrowed as he looked towards his daughter. “I -- I’m actually lost for words.” Peter said. When he was her age, he ended up looking like that: various cuts and bruises decorated his body when he’d been in fights and trying to help The Avengers. “Sweet. How’d it go? Did you do what I taught you?” He grinned, using the sleeve of his hoodie to wipe away any remaining blood on her cheek.

Asher: Because I have a minor tendency to apologize for everything when given the chance. Asher: Alright, lemme think as I head your way. Asher: Also, it could be due to the fact that fate is a tricky minx?

ASHER: I don’t know whether to laugh or say sorry to hear that.

ASHER: So, I’ll just go with both of those.

ASHER: Is there anything that can safely dissolve the webs, but leave you unharmed?

NATASHA: Come on, it’s not like I don’t get jokes made about my alias NATASHA: I’m still bringing the camera

QUILL: ok now that’s… kinda funny

QUILL: wasn’t expecting to actually get a laugh out of your stories

QUILL: want me to come save your ass?

PETER: my web shooter broke and now i’m currently stuck to the gym wall

Tony hadn’t exactly discussed it with anyone, but he decided to return from his leave as director. He needed to get out of the house and… the job of director wasn’t exactly hard. It just involved a lot of mind-numbing paperwork. Luckily, he could focus more on campus affairs and the students and leave the paperwork to the couple of assistants he was planning on hiring. 

He wasn’t sure what he was expecting when he got back, but his entire office being off and a mess wasn’t it. Everything was in the wrong spot, despite having given specific instructions as to where to put everything. He was slowly moving one thing from one place to another, which was frustrating him beyond relief. So, when there was a knock at the office door and someone opening it, he boiled over.

“I’m not back five minutes and I’m already being bugged?” he asked the intruder as he looked over his shoulder at them.

“Oh uh, sorry Mister Stark.” Peter replied, rubbing the back of his neck with a free hand. He was still the awkward and dorky kid he was when he first met Tony, and the fact he stilled referred to him as ‘Mister Stark’ kind of proved it. “New decor? I kinda dig it. Although it kinda seems you’re not cool with it. I swear I had nothing to do with it.” Peter said, awkwardly laughing afterwards.

“Is it possible to take a vacation from your vacation? I’m asking for a friend. Definitely not me shirking responsibilities.”

“I mean, it’s something I’d do.” Peter chuckled. “I ignore responsibilities way too much, I think it’s rubbing off on my kids.”