#berlinallover

See, Tony Stark was to blame for all of this! Every single bit of it. None of it could possibly be blamed on Peter’s inattention at the time, or his penchant to go rushing to the rescue with out first weighing the risks. Nope, it was all Mister Stark. 

Peter was sitting in a corner of the darkened (and caving in) basement, thinking very hard on what exactly he would say to his mentor when, and if, he saw him again, and definitely not thinking at all about the last time a building had fallen on top of him, or the fact that the walls were closing in, and they were probably running on a limited air supply, and it already felt like the oxygen was running out. He tucked his knees up to his chin and glanced sideways at his compatriot. Code name Nightcrawler if memory served.

“Uh...you doin’ okay?” He whispered, afraid that a loud noise might bring the building crashing down.

Warren lowered himself slowly into his usual spot on the very last pew. His legs protested a bit, given that he’d worked a double shift last night. But he was here now. In the peace, and quiet. He always arrived about a half hour before the sermon, just to bask in the quiet room. Work hours were filled with the heavy dance music that rattled his bones, home was a middle apartment with a crying baby above and a goddamn trumpet player below. This was his only escape. 

idk where you’re all coming from but i hit 100 last night!!! thank you to all of you omg?? for a very long time i wanted to make this blog but wasn’t sure i’d be able to do charles justice. the fact that i made it past 10 followers even amazes me. i love you all so much and want to thank you for making this such a wonderful experience for me. now, without further ado, the pure humans i must acknowledge for giving this blog meaning <3

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“Logan, I don’t need an escort.” The prince’s whine was met with a snort.  “Sure you don’t, bub. Three attacks in the last week are obviously a coincidence and there’s nobody that’s worried about your safety.” Logan shook his head, laughing at his own sarcasm.

Peter sighed as Logan walked away. He could outrun just about anything. There was no need to give him a babysitter. But he also knew there was no way S.H.I.E.L.D.’s Elite Red Guard was going to ignore an order from his papa. “At least tell me I’m not stuck with some old person!” He called after him, only earning him another snort from Logan as he turned the corner.

First week getting herself used to Xavier’s school. Incredible. Well, no. Not incredible at all. It was only a week, and specially younger students were already scared of what she could do with her powers unleashed and still out of control.

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