#notherotype

SHE  SHOULDN’T  HAVE  TOUCHED  THAT  MACHINE  -----------  whatever  the  hell  it  was.           howard  had  a  secret  lab  under  the  house  -----  go  figure  the  billionaire  was  also  a  mad  scientist  !        how  was  angie  supposed  to  know  touching  that  specific  thing  would  send  her  ----------------  well  ...   a  pause  is  given  as  she  glances  around  ,  not  entirely  sure  where  she  is.        heeled  feet  carry  her  to  the  window  where  wide  eyes  meet  new  york  ;  the  thing  is  ,  THIS  ISN’T  THE  NEW  YORK  SHE  KNOWS.       so  not  where  she  is  ---  when.       

@notherotype

"Tony?"

Her voice is soft--gentle--and with caution the agent took a couple steps towards him. "Here...hey...just sit down for a second." A hand lays gingerly on his arm as she carefully guides him down to the bench below them. "Are you alright? What's going on?"

          BEING   SPIDER - MAN’S   AUNT   WAS   A   FULL   TIME   JOB.   okay,   it   wasn’t   that   dramatic.   the   stress   of   raising   a   teenager   had   grown   exponentially,   sure.   things   she   hadn’t   thought   she’d   ever   need   to   worry   about   were   now   part   of   her   every   day.   though   this   was   truly   at   the   bottom   of   her   list   of   worries,   she   wasn’t   above   using   it   to   pick   on   him   a   bit.       ❛ so   you   didn’t   give   my   nephew   a   fancy   spider - suit   that   keeps   blowing   a   fuse   in   my   apartment? ❜       one   brow   raises,   one   corner   of   her   lips   turns   upward.       ❛ i   think   this   one’s   on   you. ❜

EVEN   WHEN   HIS   WARM   ARMS   REST   AROUND   HER,   SHE   CAN’T   STOP   HERSELF   FROM   SHAKING.   her   body   feels   cold,   skin   numb,   brain   empty.   her   body   feels   heavy,   mind   tired   and   leighla   clings   to   the   fabric   of   his   shirt,   holds   on   for   dear   life.   “   please,   let’s   just   leave.   I   JUST   WANT   TO   GO   HOME.   “   mouth   that   is   usually   big,   produces   sounds   barely   audible   now.   thankfully   tony   is   here.   what   would   she   even   do   without   him   ?   how   would   she   ever   be   able   to   survive   on   her   own   ...

SHE   IS   SURPRISED   WHEN   HE   ASKS   FOR   HER   OPINION.   after   all,   leighla   doesn’t   exactly   have   any   references   that’d   allow   her   to   give   a   proper   opinion   on   his   work.   he   was   the   professional.   she   was   the   fangirl   standing   on   the   sideline   to   cheer   for   him.   “   hm   ...   “   blond   leans   down   a   little   bit   to   see   what   he   has   been   doing.   tongue   pokes   through   colored   lips   as   she   tries   to   find   the   right   words   to   sound   at   least   somewhat   like   she   understood   what   was   happening   in   front   of   her   eyes.   SHE   FAILS.   like   she   always   fails   when   it   comes   to   technology.   “   i   think   you   did   amazing   and   because   of   that   we   should   go   for   a   drink   now.   “   subtle   –   or   not   so   subtle   –   way   to   change   the   topic   ...   to   avoid   showing   lack   of   knowledge.   

HER   HAND   FINDS   HIS,   BLUE   HUES   DIRECTED   AT   HIM   FROM   BEHIND   THICK   LASHES.   she   takes   a   deep   breath   and   sighs.   goodbyes   were   always   the   hardest   on   her.   no   matter   if   she   knew   she   was   going   to   see   the   other   person   again   or   not,   no   matter   if   they’d   already   cross   paths   next   week   again.   none   of   it   mattered.   her   heart   always   felt   heavy   when   it   was   time   to   see   the   other   one   go.   “   you   could   stay,   you   know   ...   “   blond   suggests   with   a   hopeful   gaze.