This wasn’t a bulk supply run, this was just Steve getting a chance to be away from the kids for a bit. Not that he didn’t like them, God no he loved those kids. But they could be a lot, and there were a lot. He also wanted something different for dinner than was being prepared for the kids, so that meant he had to get his own supplies.

So he was on his own in the grocery store browsing the shelves and refrigerated cases. Maybe he should’ve brought Jamie, the kid could’ve split up into five of himself and found everything within ten minutes. But then again that would’ve defeated the purpose of coming alone.

But then Steve felt it. The feeling of being watched that had never failed him before. He glanced to the side, seeing the young man there. “Sorry, am I in the way?” Was his cart too far into the aisle instead of to the side? He scooted it over a bit just to be safe.

Adrian glanced down at the grocery list Jackie had handed him before he left home, as if it might have grown longer in the two minutes since he’d last looked at it. Nope, it still read, “tampons, Advil, CHOCOLATE!!” and nothing else. He shook his head fondly and dropped the list back into his cart, which already had copious amounts of all three items in it, deeciding to supplement the list with the ingredients for his mom’s famous risotto, Jackie’s favorite from his culinary repertoire. The situation definitely warranted it.

He had just turned his cart into the aisle for rice when Adrian saw him. At first, he assumed it was just his overactive imagination seeing things that weren’t there. After all, Jackie had quizzed him on the the man just two days ago for her latest Youtube video. On second glance, he would probably turn out to be a seventy-year-old woman, not Captain Freaking America standing in the middle of the grocery store like just another guy.

Nope, on second glance, he still looked like Captain Freaking America.

Holy shit.

Holy -- Shit, he’s talking to me! What do I do!? Wow, he’s even hotter in person... Wait, what did he say? Shit! Quick, respond!

“Hi you Adrian?”

Fuck.

“I mean -- I’m Adrian! You... are standing right here in front of my eyes.” Adrian’s entire face felt like it was on fire. If this man wasn’t actually Captain America, this would be the most humiliating encounter with a stranger he’d ever had. Actually, if he was Captain America, it would still be that. Worse, even.

@evcluticnary​​ asked: Charlie didn't share his doodles, usually snapping notebooks shut when someone looked and hiding them away in his backpack or un a drawer under clothes. And he didn't really have the money to buy Peter something, so he went with something he could do. He had one notebook he'd been doodling in all year, some more lifelike than others but all with very careful attention paid to detail, and that was what he plopped down in front of Peter. A simple scribbled message inside wishing a happy birthday along with a scribbled drawing of a rat. // peter birthday !!

    PETER DOESN’T WANT TO HOLD ANYONE to expectations when it comes to birthday gifts— after all, he’s more than happy to spend time with the people he’s close to in the first place! Which is why he would have been okay if Charlie didn’t have anything to give him, what matters most is the fact that Peter gets to be with him. Still, the notebook sliding towards him definitely catches his interest, his gaze flickering towards it before he looks at Charlie with a smile. 

@evcluticnary​ asked: ‘  healthy relationships with fathers? sounds fake.  ’ (charlie no) // more popular textpost

@evcluticnary​ // to those vehement

    NOT THE FIRST TIME PETER HAS DONE THIS after one of Charlie’s fights, medical supplies strewn about his bathroom sink, taken from the open cabinet and hastily used to try and fix the situation the best he can. Luckily, Peter has found himself picking up a few skills when it comes to patching up injuries, given all of the damage he’s taken as Spider-Man. Blood-soaked towel rests in the sink as Peter cleans at the wounds, movements slow and gentle, careful not to HURT any further. Gauze, tape, band-aids, everything else, wait for the step where he wraps up the cuts, but there’s a sudden pause that comes with Charlie’s words, stomach twisting and air catching in his throat. 

        There is no possible way Peter could understand. Not enough, at least that’s how it feels. But immediate response is to shake his head, pause his own actions to look Charlie in the eyes. Except thinking of what to say takes a little longer than expected, biting the inside of his cheek and fighting his own awkward impulses, he has to help.