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corn on the cob but jenna has forsaken us / @hasnothing

“Don’t be rude. That’s my son.” 

bold of u to assume the mcu won’t ignore literally every injury

“In college, no one could study better than I could. Research? No one was better at research than me.”

@hasnothing​ gets a canon line starter

“And here I was wondering if I’d ever get a moment alone with the man of the hour.” She smiles, leaning to press a kiss to his cheek as the noise of the party surges around them. “Your adoring public is the kind of thing I dream of when my shoes are sticking to stages downtown, y’know.”

@hasnothing​​​ gets old friends

@hasnothing​ asked: “ you’re overthinking it. don’t think; just be in the moment. ” // mentor/mentee vibes

   ADVICE MANAGES TO HIT THE NAIL RIGHT ON THE HEAD, Peter is definitely overthinking everything about this. He can’t really help it! Without any sort of real training, and now here he is, being watched over and given pointers by Tony Stark— sure, it’s not as much of a shock as it was when they first met, but this is definitely a step up in mentoring from piled up messages and calls redirected to Happy. Most of the time, he acts without much thought, relying on instincts and what he SENSES around him. Now though, he’s conscious of everything he’s doing, and that’s exactly what’s messed him up. 

@hasnothing​ asked: “ i’m proud of you. ” // mentor/mentee vibes

   “REALLY?” Peter can’t help but blurt out almost immediately, his eyes practically lighting up with the words from his mentor— honestly, it took a moment for them to even truly register. After all, he never expected ANYTHING like this, sometimes still just as surprised as when he first returned home after a regular day at school to see Tony Stark sitting in his living room. He’s come a long way since then, they both have, but this still leaves Peter elated. 

If there is blame to be dealt out, she leaves it unspoken.

There is a difference between Stark Industries and the man standing before her now. A difference between a name emblazoned on the side of a missile, burning itself into a frightened child’s mind as she lies in the rubble of her home, and a man who has known grief like he has. She has seen his fears, knows where their roots are - used them against him, before their uneasy alliance was forged.

But she has seen Stark’s heart, too.

She has seen his desire to change the world - to save it - and she wants to align herself with that, if she can. Before they had been taken by HYDRA, she and Pietro had been activists, pushing for change in the only way they knew how. They had tried to use their voices, but it had ultimately drawn the wrong kind of attention. She has to wonder - would using her power bring more success? Would being here - with Stark, and the Avengers, people who have power of their own - help her learn how to control them?  

She wants to defend people, not endanger them. She wants to make things right, and she knows that, at least, is common ground between them.

“I’ve got... So little left to lose.” The words are an olive branch, of sorts. There’s no accusation in them, even though she could trace so much of the loss she’s experienced back to him. She is simply being honest, and hoping that he will recognise that. He is, after all, no stranger to loss.

If there is something Wanda understands, it is grief. She has grieved - still grieves - for so much. Her parents. Her own innocence, stolen away from her in increments by war, and pain, and loss.

Her twin.

She doesn’t think she will ever recover from the loss of Pietro. The space he filled - by her side, in her heart - is a gaping hole. A raw-edged wound that will not heal. She isn’t sure she wants it to, either.

She has nothing. She has no one. But she thinks she could have allies, here, provided she can move past her own prejudices. Provided that they can stop seeing her as a threat.