#irnheld

@irnheld​ | taylor swift :    just a flesh wound (for the folklore meme

See, him? He can take a goddamned bullet and be right as rain in a week. He worries, though, when he sees injuries taken from his team; he doesn’t doubt ‘em, doesn’t doubt their ability. What he does worry about, though, is the reminder of mortality. Hard to remember, sometimes, when that suit can take abuse the likes of even those like Thor can put out.

Blood’s red, and it looks awfully bright against skin.

       THE SCENE STILL REPLAYS IN PETER’S MIND, over and over again even in the months following-- it’s said that the good die young, ash to the fire of the collapsing world, and five years later, returned again, yet only to bear the brunt of witnessing what could have gone so much worse. For moments there, dirt and blood clinging to tired cheeks after what simply felt like the longest day of his life, Peter thought Tony was gone. Not fair, he WON, they won, but not ENOUGH ( ninety-eight percent success again and again and again ), and although the panic in his chest eased with the news that his mentor hero was okay, the wounds were still deep. 

                               Peter didn’t get much sleep that week. 

   Adjustment is difficult for everyone, especially him-- he doesn’t talk about the nightmares or the constant check-ins with Happy to see how Tony’s recovery is doing or the near-constant feeling of being on edge, and when he finally gets the message he’s been WAITING for, just about everything is dropped. And standing in front of his mentor now, for the first time in months since the battle ( years aside from a hug that hadn’t lasted long enough ), he doesn’t know what to do. 

“You wouldn’t happen to know where my tablet has been hiding... would you?”

@irnheld // narrated for you starters

     Peter is in front of Mr. Stark, head bowed slightly to hide the damage, and to avoid looking him in the eye. He should have KNOWN his suit would sent out some kind of alert, should have maybe tried to disable it before throwing himself into danger like that. And now he’s sitting on the cold, hard ground, looking PATHETIC in front of his lifetime hero. Blood drips from his nose and over his lips. His chest feels like it’s on fire, and he can already feel the bruises forming on his face and body. There’s already a nasty black eye beginning to take shape on the right side of his face, and on the left, dried blood from a scrape and dirt from the ground mixes together. 

   This is stupid, he looks s t u p i d. He’s in front of the man he’s looked up to his entire life, and here he is, looking not at ALL heroic. Grunting, Peter tries his best to push himself up, visibly wincing and gritting his teeth together as the stinging pain spreads through his body. He can’t just stay like that, can’t just look so WEAK in front of Mr. Stark-- he wanted Peter to be better than him, and now Peter’s letting him down. 

❛  Well, well, glad to see you’re still in one piece.  ❜  The blonde’s voice echoed as she approached the porch of the house, carrying a few bags in each of her hands as a smile slowly rose.  ❛  I’ve brought gifts, mainly food . . . Okay, all of it is food, but it’s good food. You can’t go wrong with burgers and fries.  ❜  One hand held up the heavier of the two bags, the other hand lifted one that clanked the bottles within together.  ❛  I also have beer and soda in this one. I didn’t know which you preferred, so I got both.  ❜   

a meme i don’t remember ; accepting ;  @irnheld

“AND THERE IS MORE WHERE THAT CAME FROM, STARK.“ a hand pressed against his visor, the mutant looks back at the man with the iron suit and simply shakes his head. “you are lucky I’m using this to the minimum. first time my mutation manifested I destroyed an entire school.“ partially, but still. red sight everywhere, scott finally calms down and removes his hand, leaving it to the side as he sighs. “look, stark. this is not your business. or avengers business. you all never cared for mutants and I can’t see why you start now.“