#reuniting

character a's shocked scream or cry out. hands flying to the mouth. "oh my god! oh my god, oh god!"

or maybe the character is too shocked to say anything at all. maybe they just stand there, breathing fast as their eyes fill with tears. trembling.

and character b... are they just as shocked to see character a alive? or do they give a sheepish smile and a "hey. been a long time, huh?"

Here are some

Burn up with the water by jaybaybay

(This one is unfinished but is still really good and deserves love)

Spider Man died while millions watched. There was a fire. Then an explosion. And just like that, the famed hero was no more. The world mourned for their loss, then the world had moved on. Save for one. Tony Stark had last been seen when he spoke at Spider Man's public funeral, his demeanor had been calm and stoic; a stark contrast to when he had been seen only days before, screaming and clutching the disembodied torso of the cherished vigilante. Iron Man hadn’t been spotted in months. Not since the incident.  Everyone knew Spider Man was dead. But somewhere, in a prison encased deep in the ocean… Peter Parker lived.   (Oh look, another raft fic)

end of beginning by webss312

[Book 1] Eight months ago, Spider-Man was killed in an explosion orchestrated by HYDRA, leaving behind his mourning friends and family. Eight months ago, Peter Parker opened his eyes in an underground bunker, in a room with Director Fury. The only one who knows of Peter’s continued presence in the land of the living is Fury himself, and he offers Peter a proposal— becoming an undercover SHIELD agent. Fury's motivation: a HYDRA computer disk containing critical information– and Peter (enhanced, anonymous, and seemingly deceased) is the perfect undercover agent. Peter’s motivation: protect his friends and family, and continue his duties as Spider-Man, in order to take down one of the most infamous supervillain organizations in the world. No biggie.

I can hold the weight of worlds (if that's what you need) by bluesweatshirt

Tony Stark was awake, and he was looking for his son. Every radio station was talking about it, much to her annoyance. She flipped through, trying to find a station that was playing some actual goddamn music, to no avail. “According to Stark, Peter is sixteen, about 5’8” tall, and he has brown hair and brown eyes.” “Oh, great,” Alejandra scoffed. “That really narrows it down.” *** Or, Peter thinks that Tony died during the final battle against Thanos and he runs away from home to grieve.

To Kill a Songbird by thequeenofwhump

“He was completely, one-hundred percent screwed.  No one was looking for him. He was in the most secure prison in the world, which was filled to the brim with armed personnel. He was wearing a shock collar.  And if he somehow figured all that out, he still couldn’t swim.  Yep. Screwed.” ——— Peter Parker died six months ago in a fire after a horrible chemical accident. ...or did he?  At least, that’s what Tony believes when an unemployed Ross illegally imprisons the Avengers on the Raft, which was supposed to have been destroyed. ——— AU where the Accords were declared stupid, Ross was fired, Tony and Steve became friends again, and they all live together in Avengers tower.  Peter Parker-Centric. Trigger warning for suicidal themes.

sometimes it’s easier to just swim down by mjscorner

Happy Halloween everyone!

There was a knock on the door.

Superhero opened, a bag of candies already in hand. A small child with black hair and pale blue eyes exclaimed voice soft as ever yet emboldened by previous successful attempts:

-Trick or treat.

Superhero smiled, even with the black clothes and the pumpkin mask half falling on the side of their face, Superhero couldn't help but see a carbon copy of Supervillain.

-I wouldn't like being tricked tonight. Also I really like your mask.

The child beamed at the compliment.

-I made it myself.

-Wow! Well you did a very good job.

A soft self-satisfied hum answered their praise. It sounded so much like what Supervillain would do when they were finished with a part of their plan. It had been a while since Superhero had last seen their nemesis.

They gave a large handful of candies to the child. Then Superhero's eyes went to the figure standing behind the child. Well, when thinking about the wolf, here they were, it was Supervillain or someone with a very convincing costume. They said with a calm and noble voice:

-Hello, Superhero.

The hero smiled, there was no mistaking this voice.

-Long time no see. How are things going for you?

-More or less as expected. I'm sure you understand.

The child seemed to sense that their parent were going to talk for a while, Superhero saw it in the way their mind scrambled to find something. They tugged at Supervillain's sleeves and said with big puppy eyes:

-Can I go to the next house, I saw a group of children there, I think it'll be fine.

Supervillain nodded.

-Go ahead.

The child took the opportunity and went away, leaving a small "Good night sir" in their wake.

Superhero rested their elbow on the doorframe and leaned, their focus went only on their nemesis. The former said cheekily: 

-So. Is it me or did you dress as yourself?

-And what about you?

Superhero put a hand on their chest, half-amused half-falsely hurt.

-Okay. You got a point. 

Supervillain seemed to be perceptive as ever and perhaps Superhero still didn't think before talking. It was okay when it was their nemesis.

There was silence between them. It had been a while since they last saw each other. Who knew being at the top would make them stand so far away? They were each on their mountains unable to see each other.

Superhero had so much to say.

-So you know where I leave now. Could you…you know?

-You know about my child now. Could you not?

Superhero nodded. Of course they wouldn't use that to their advantage. Their child had nothing to do with their past skirmishes, with their age old battle. And they knew Supervillain wouldn't involve the house. After all, what was sure with one was sure with the other.

Supervillain turned to their child, waiting under a streetlight, their small silhouette seemed almost ethereal under the pale light, like an apparition, a black ghost.

-I wouldn't want to keep them waiting.

-Of course. It's been nice seeing you again. 

Superhero may have been struck by an idea. They shot their nemesis their winning smile.

-Hey, if you'd like you could come back later for dinner. Now that you know where I live.

Supervillain's smile turned soft.

-It would be my pleasure.

Continuation Fond memories of a fish

Imagine reuniting with Ardeth after 9 years of being apart

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they seem to be on a tight schedual, shortly they were attending to an important meeting by the pond