#extraordincry

i’m ...  embarrassingly  out  of  asks  so  i’m  going  to  tag  some  people  who  have  made  my  week  pretty  awesome <3 @maskeraide ,  @ssystemerrorr ,  @pathstaken ,  @trshmouth ,  @dirtyblade ,  @nightstalk ,  @chaoshailed ,  @fuckingvictus ,  @wkeup ,  @wonderouswatoomb

Save Steve, who’s impossible to shake once he’s decided you’re friends, she's been good at avoiding the rest of the team outside the odd mission where they still need the backup, "Been awhile, Banner." a year, maybe more. She swipes a couple of napkins from a bent dispenser, pauses to take a sip of that milkshake thing she calls 'coffee', "Kinda shocked to see you out, actually. Last time I saw you, you were avoiding crowds and enclosed spaces. What changed?"

❝  i need your help.  ❞     tongue moistens dry lips from the nerves, eyes keeping on the white spider.  she was different than peter.  he didn’t trust to ask another peter of the same task just yet.  whoever this was?  seemed like the perfect candidate.  looking into it, the oscorp here still had done the experiments on the spiders.  likely that she got bit by one, too.       ❝  i need your blood.  i know -- i know it sounds like crazy talk, but there’s a reason behind it.  i need to see if i can isolate whatever it is that makes you heal.  whatever made you like this?  i need it to find a cure for something.  ❞

aww, thank u so much lovely!

“BUT  IT  MAKES  ME  DO  MY  JOB  BETTER.“  how  can  he  be  spiderman  without  the  powers?  and  he  knows,  it’s  not  about  that.  uncle  ben  had  said  something  similar  to  peter  about  responsibilities  and  do  what  was  right.    of  course  his  uncle  never  knew  about  peter’s  secret  life  or  his  powers,  but  the  lesson  resonated  with  him.  “I  can  do  so  much,  gwen.  it’s  my  job.  and  I  want  to  help  others.“

                    ❝  absolutely  not.  ❞          her  gaze  snaps  pointedly  to  james  and  the  words  leave  her  mouth  before  he  even  finishes  the  proclamation.     he  has  sacrificed  enough  in  his  long  life,  she  will  not  accept  such  a  thing  from  him  for  her  sake  ...  she  would  never  forgive  herself  if  it  ever  came  to  that.     not  even  the  sentiment  is  welcome  here.          ❝  i  mean  it,  james.     do  not  ever  do  such  a  thing  for  me.     i  will  find  a  way  to  raise  you  from  the  dead  and  kick  your  ass,  don’t  think  i  won’t.  ❞

“I KNOW YOU CAN. YOU ARE STRONGER THAN YOU THINK.“ you’re stronger than what they made you think, she wants to add, but she knows words are easier to take when they come in short bites. and she can do that, concise, short.  she reaches, tentative, a hand to his own flesh one, reaching, touching. I’m here, she is saying. “if you don’t trust yourself, then. . .trust me.”

“ fuckin’ clih-shy-ee . “ cliche