AMAZING !

“You know you aren’t allowed in here, right?”

“i’m so sorry, mr. stark. i know this part of the lab is super secret and all that.” he paused, backing away from something that looked rather expensive — not to mention extremely breakable. "i just...nevermind. i’ll, uh, just go.” an awkward chuckle was followed by an apologetic look as he turned to leave.

“uh, mr. stark. i don’t know if that’s technically how you’re supposed to do it...” peter had come to a stop, supporting himself against the wall. it had been his idea, a spontaneous one at that, to go ice skating. but even he never would have imagined it would have been as entertaining as it was. he took a moment to stifle a laugh underneath his glove. “do you need a hand?”

“here, brought you some hot chocolate.” peter held it out with a smile. he hadn’t known what to expect when he’d asked mj if she wanted to walk around town and look at the lights. but here they both were, and he was already struggling to hide his excitement. “i thought it would make things more festive.” he chuckled before taking a sip of his own, immediately regretting his decision as the liquid hit his tongue. “probably should let that cool a minute. very hot.”

your muse’s name in mine's phone: mj

your muse’s contact picture: 

your muse’s ringtone: adore you by harry styles ( not that he’d ever let her find out )

my muse’s last text to your muse:

your muse’s name in mine's phone: mr. stark

your muse’s contact picture:

your muse’s ringtone: iron man by black sabbath

my muse’s last text to your muse:

♕ —- Casually, MJ looked up from her cultural anthropology book from where she was relaxing while Peter was supposed to be on shift. “Not everyone can compete with those eight-legged senses of yours, oh spider-lord,” she said as she marked her place and stood up to look over at the game in question. It was one she knew. “Yeah, I’ll go a round,” she shrugged as she stepped forward and took off her jacket before she draped it over a chair. “Since you already put in the tokens.”

a faint blush spread across his checks, and peter ducked his head with an awkward laugh. it was a silly nickname, but also endearing in the way he felt with whatever names she gave him. he moved over to give her room, dropping the tokens in as the start screen popped up in front of them. he pressed a few buttons to get to the song selection screen. “stop me if you see one you like,” he said, scrolling through the list of songs. "don’t feel like you have to go easy on me either,” he added with a grin.

“Yeah, but I have it on good authority this one is pretty safe, kid.” Tony looked over at the boy who had in all ways but legally documented on paper become his son over the past few years with a sigh. He knew his reassurance was in vain. Tony had found himself in an look of anxiety before, questioning their safety. He walked over to place his hand at the back of Peter’s neck, giving it a gentle squeeze, before letting it drop to rest on his shoulder. “What do you think could go wrong? Taking yourself out of the equation, of course.” He looked at Peter. “Because there’s really nothing you could do to jeopardize the portal’s failproof capabilities, Pete.”

the brief reassuring hand on his neck helped to ground him. peter trusted tony with his life. he’d seen more, done more  — way more than he’d ever done. than he might ever do. if tony told him the portal was safe, then it was logical that he would believe him. that he should believe him. but with that came the fear that young people had. adults would tell you things were okay...even when they weren’t. “i don’t know. maybe i’m overreacting. but you know me and my luck. i just...there’s a lot here i want to protect.”

“…I hope you have a finished version of this spreadsheet,” Jacques muttered. He didn’t look up from his laptop to face the other or see whose presence he had sensed. Sure, it was a public coffee shop, but he’d assumed that he’d be allowed time to get some work done. 

“oh, um, no. sorry. just biochemistry homework.” peter readjusted the strap of his backpack, debating for a second whether he should just leave. outside the four walls of their dorm room, peter rarely interacted with jacques. given their contrasting personalities, it was probably for the best. still, he didn’t want to be rude and leave the shop without at least a word or two. “what kinda spreadsheet are you working on?”