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The lights and sounds of the city are the same everywhere you go. Honking cars, bicycle bells, peoples voices as they rush here and there, trolleys or busses, horses, ya know. Big city sounds. And this big city was New York. His home, his city, or it should be, but it wasn’t. It was another one of those alternate New York’s he’d dealt with the previous year or rather a new alternate New York.

“Ok what time period did I land in now? Twenty first century clearly by the cellphones and cars. But where in the thousands am I....” peter mumbles as he swings passed a big screen that answers that very question. “2021, ok so year is fine, just location change. Where then...” peter squints as he backflips onto a building. He’d probably find out in time when he ran into another spider...man?

Peter stops dead in his tracks in front of a billboard that displays a scene he never thought he’d see. A poster or advert for an avengers movie. But with his friends, the avengers were playing themselves in a movie about themselves?? What was this? Where was he?

A scream and commotion from directly below him drags him back into reality. No time for existential crisis right now peter. Get your head in the game. Leaping from wall to wall till he reached the source of the noise, the thirty some odd spider man leapt down into the alley where he found a man brandishing a trashcan lid.

Danny had spent a long, hard week on a big case and as Saturday came he woke up around 10am and realised he didn't have much food in the house. He'd been living on take out at the office or snacks on stakeouts most of the week, so he hadn't been to the store for anything substantial.

Figuring he'd buy some food later, Danny decided to stop by his favourite café and bakery for a coffee and brunch pastry before getting on with the day's chores. He purchased his latte and bearclaw, turning around without looking properly first to go and find a table, and he accidentally collided with the customer behind him whom he hadn't realised was there.

"Oh shit!" Danny yelped as his drink splashed over the guy's shirt.

He quickly dumped his food and drink back on the counter and grabbed a paper napkin to dab at the man's shirt before looking up and finally taking in his face.

Shit, he was cute!

Danny was stunned for a moment before shaking himself and beginning to pat the guy's shirt dry again.

"God, I'm so sorry," he apologised profusely. "I really wasn't looking where I was going. Let me buy you your order, huh? I need to make up for the shirt."

He blushed as he suddenly realised he had his hands all over the other man's pecs, pulling back.

Hearing that one of the family members had a Pokemon the champion couldn’t help but try to dash over and see what they were like. Who knows, maybe he could test them without holding back.*

he’s had his FAIR SHARE of blind dates. you’d think mary would have given up by now, trying for four consecutive years in a row to try and hook him up with someone. for a LASTING relationship, that is. but for now, robert isn’t really interested. how could he be? he’s accepted no one will settle for him --- but hey, if this guy’s some fun, maybe he’d take him home tonight. he’d at least get something out of it.

though, he starts to really think of the logistics. how this guy could be literally ANYONE. knowing mary, she wouldn’t really investigate a person before sending them his way. as he arrives, the doubts don’t go away. added on top of being LATE. muttering ensues, a solid hunch to turn back where he came from forms --- all until someone chimes in. it gets a SNORT and he exchanges glances with the other man. ❛ what can i say? my ma always told me to be a good boy and don’t ever play with guns. ❜

[Attention officers in the immediate vicinity of -------- We have a 415, I repeat 415 at ------- Neighbors reporting potential domestic through the window of the home]

Gavin typically wasn’t a responding officer, he hadn’t been since his promotion to Detective, but it was on the way, sure enough he would be the closest. If it was a domestic, Gavin was almost afraid to force them to wait for another officer. He didn’t want to do that when someone’s health and safety were at risk. He knew the other officers were all tied up at the crime scene he was supposed to be at ten minutes ago. He had to get this one, silently swearing, he answers.

[10-4;Inbound]

He pulls up to the house, all is seemingly normal, it always is. 

He knocks on the door and he waits, there were no lights on his car, no sirens, they wouldn’t have known, all he needed to do was get them to come to the door and confirm what was going on here, it was simple enough. He rocks on his heels a bit before knocking yet again stepping off to the side of the door out of caution. Last time he was this anxious being called to a house he was shot twice...he’s learned from that mistake since then.