#rocksteadyprotector

@scarredfist sent a raven: Riding on a bike through the city. Lin is holding on tight to Peter, eyes shut as they weave in and out of traffic because he has never been on a bike and in the middle of a crowded, busy city. ➣ Lin Lie & Peter Parker

       It  had  been  a  pleasant  surprise  to  find  Lin  had  come  for  a  visit.  Unexpected  for  sure,  but  it  was  more  than  made  up  for  with  how  he  was  clinging  to  him  as  they  made  their  way  through  the  city.  It  could  be  a  lot  he  supposed,  swerving  around  some  jerk  who'd  stop  middle  of  the  street  to  yell  at  a  delivery  guy  in  a  loading  zone.  Up  onto  the  curb,  curving  around  a  pedestrian  who  hesitated  a  lil  too  long  before  hopping  off  and  back  onto  the  street. 

"Didn't  think  a  big  bad  Iron  Fist  could  be  scared  by  a  little  traffic.'  He  teased,  hitting  the  brakes  as  a  jangle  of  his  nerves  warned  him  of-  something. 

       A  warning  was  nice,  but  it'd  be  better  if  it  was  like  a  whisper  that  told  him  what  was-.  …  No,  never  mind,  he  could  not  in  fact  have  handled  sudden  schizophrenia  on  top  of  everything  else  that  had  been  happening  at  15.  Did  he  go  a  little  faster  to  take  a  turn,  half  slinging  the  back  end  before  coming  to  a  stop  that  almost  sent  them  going  over  the  handlebars.  Reckless,  dangerous,  but  neither  of  them  would  have  gotten  more  than  a  bruise  from  getting  elbowed  in  the  ribs. 

       Well,  maybe  he'd  have  to  replace  a  piece  of  the  held  together  by  duct  tape  and  fervent  prayer  bike  if  Lin  had  accidentally  lashed  out.  Lightly  tapping  the  other's  fingers,  Peter  turned  slightly  to  grin  over  his  shoulder. 

"It's  easier  when  you're  in  control,  huh?  You  want  to  take  the  reins  and  I'll  do  the  clinging  instead?'

@rcliicta asked: [ MF ] - 20 - gwen to peter

He could taste blood and he wasn't sure if it was hers or his, catching her as she jumped over the couch and kissed him. It was so familiar it made his chest ache, the smile, the freckles... But he couldn't make himself say no to the intimacy that he'd never get again, the almost right was just right enough.

Hands hovering over her hip, but he placed them higher, laughing as water droplets fell on his face. Peter had known he was in trouble when he let her shower first, in case she had a concussion. When she'd come out using that towel it had hit him harder than Rhino right to the chest. Had offered a haphazard bit of sass in return for the snark that had been tossed his way for the three in one that he'd had.

But when he'd come out of the shower, the way she'd looked at him, who he looked like. Should have said something, should have put his hands up to stop her, but that first kiss had felt like a dream. Had been a dream, stumbling backwards as he tried to wake himself. So persistent, falling back onto his couch with a grunt as she landed hard enough to make the bruises in his thigh twinge. The way she whispered his name had been pulled directly from the past, and what little resistance he'd had crumbled.

At the very least he could try to keep them from doing something stupid. It was the adrenaline, it was the looks just like, he knew it and he didn't want to ruin their friendship for lovers lost. Squeezing her waist, he tried to try and push her off, but the low whimper as her fingers tangled in his hair and gripped threw him off. He could hear the frame of the couch creak as her other hand tightened, and that di something. Peter was losing brain cells fast, hips lifting to press against the damp heat between her legs as she rolled down against him.

'Gwen...'

Whatever argument he was going to piece together flew out the window as she grabbed his wrist and shoved, fingers gripping her ass she pressed tight against him, rocking faster as her breath came shorter. Stop being a pussy, Peter. I won't break. No, no she wouldn't, his other hand lifting to cup her face as he dug his fingertips in until she made one of those soft noises that vibrated against his lips.

If his spidey sense wasn't going off, it couldn't be dangerous, right?

@ncverdie asked: “ Cut loose, have fun! ” - ( Johnny Storm to Peter )

That was obviously an option, eyeing a few of the party goers with something near shock at how they were dressed. And if he wasn't mistaken he'd noticed at lease three movie stars that owed him money for therapy after watching their films.

'I do have things to do in a couple hours.'

He should be doing a patrol, there'd been whisperings about a gang war or something happening out east. Which may just be a distraction, there might be something happening at that abandoned warehouse on- No, no he deserved to have a bit of time just for himself, grinning at Johnny as he forced himself to stop thinking about it.

'But that's future me's problem, right? Right. Let's do this! Dance with me Johnny.'

@rcliicta asked: “Oh great. Yoda captured us.” - fel to peter

He was so glad that his mask muffled the soft snort that escaped him, Harry was really on one today. The last thing he'd tolerate was the Spider man having the audacity to laugh at him the terrifying Hobgoblin. As if the name alone weren't just...

'Cat!'

Had he managed to put enough "shock" in his tone that she'd say something like that? ... Probably not, given the fact there were the tell tale signs of the younger goblin about to lose his temper. Damn, they were still too close to the park in case he started throwing around those pumpkin grenades which would blow pieces of the building everywhere.

He could just break the trap, flexing his arms, feeling the way it gave. It might take a minute, taking into account Felicia behind him, but he could do it and get to work. But Harry had also been really proud that he'd calculated the needed tension in order to counter his strength and... Sigh... Okay, he'd give him five more minutes of gloating, and y'know struggling to get free on his own side of things, before spectacularly managing to escape through pure force of will.

'You don't have to do this, please... Don't do this.' Stalling? Yes. Genuinely trying to get one of his best friends to stand down and get the help he needed? Also yes, he missed that...

@rcliicta asked: ➛ [ accidental ] receiver receives a nude from sender. - felicia to peter ( soooo accidental )

Teeth sinking into his burrito, Peter felt his phone vibrate and almost dropped the change he'd been handing the cashier of the bordello as he reached for it.

'Sorry, sorry.' He mumbled, struggling to keep the food from falling past his lips.

Swallowing was a mistake, flicking open the text, almost webbing himself up to the ceiling to keep the mother and child behind him from seeing the photo. It was a monumental struggle to force the too large bite down his throat as he shoved the phone back in his pocket hard enough the denim screeched softly in protest as the fabric threatened to give.

'Thanks!'

The word was all but shouted as he made a hasty exit, rushing towards the nearest alley to extend his hand to shoot a line of web high on the building to yank him away from the ground, tucked behind a fire escape covered in carpets left out to dry.

[SMS: Fel Cat] hi to you too! back from Paris, that looks like the roof on 4th and Gerald.