*ART BY SILVIA PALMERONI

Title: Veneration of Chaos

26/2/2019

        ❛    hmm,  you’re  spoiling  me.   you  know  i   hate  that.    ❜   head  shakes  and  nose  scrunches  up  in  mock  irritation  though  she  can’t  help  the  smile  that  makes  its  way  across  her  features.  the  stem  of  the  pink  tulip  is  held  between  her  fingers  with  care  as  she  leans  forward  to  give  him  a  soft,  gentle  peck.   ❛    it’s  beautiful,  i  love  it  ——  thank  you.    ❜

🕸   ❝       pete   ----   give the guy a break.  you  a break. i know you may not trust him but he kept me from doing stupid shit 50% of the time i was in his dimension. i trust him. i trust you. you guys are legit the same dude. give him 5% of a break or somethin, sheesh  . .      ❞

              ♚  ❝       PARKER   . .  do you   BELIEVE ME   now when i speak of   immortality  and us being   CHOSEN     ??    i was wrong to attempt to destroy the   SONS    i’d created but you both brought my hand    -------------   join me    .  .   i give    A SECOND CHANCE    to walk by my side, my son.    ❞

     ❛  don’t  sweat  it,  KID.  i  mean,  i  expected  it.  considering  the  situation  of,  well,  me  not being  dead.  besides,  i…  didn’t  react on  the  best  way  either.  we’re  even.   ❜

         🕸  HE   SHOULDN’T   BE SURPRISED BUT HE   . .   IS.    its kind of weird to be back here, considering the last time he   HAD   the world was literally ending.  the teen rubs the back of his neck, sheepish still but   NODS  anyway.  

“So are you a literal rags to kicking my ass on the stock market story, too, or am I just the lucky Tony Stark that dug that particular prize out of this Cracker Jack box of hilarity.”

                          ♙  HE’D BEEN SILENT FOR MORE THAN A COUPLE SECONDS. HE WASN’T SURE HOW TO EXPLAIN. TO EXPLAIN TO HIS BEST FRIEND WHERE  . .  WHERE HE’D BEEN. AND FOR  SO LONG.     he had questions himself. about the whole two year gap on his end but   . .   it was irrelevant. he knew the answer. he knew that   WHAT HIS FATHER   had done was the cause for him to have returned.

both of their resurrections were proof that what norman had done was  . .  wasn’t some lie. it was one of the   TRUE THINGS   he’d heard in a very long time. all his father did over and over since  . .  since   forever   is lie and ignore. but now peter had been dragged on into the mess. chased, killed and messed with. 

he didn’t deserve it.  harold   shifted nervously, not looking peter in the eye for a good few more seconds before a sigh escaped through his frown.   ❝        i’ve been in europe. a condo my dad owned. he   HID    me   ---   i barely remembered a thing about the carrier for a long time but   . .  it came back and while   he   was busy in new york i simply   . .  did what i could to get past the guards he set for me and contact   SHIELD.   

i mean, they sucked before at protecting me but i had to do  something.   i’m just sorry that they didn’t tell you. or that i   COULDN’T   contact you when you returned.       ❞