#simplypeterparker

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“Hey, come on, I’m joking, I wouldn’t do that. Of course you’re getting cake, buddy, and whatever else you want.”

ASK: don’t forget this might be dangerous , so let’s put on our mean faces .

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“Mean face, got it. I’ll just… what if I turned on interrogation mode? It’s a suit feature. Pretty cool. Makes me sound like a Decepticon.”

“Interro – why would you have an interrogation mode? You’re 13, you’re not supp’sed to –” Bucky cut himself off. No use arguing about that.

Steve’s eyes snapped open at the clicking sound. He was a light sleeper and always had been, but in the few months that he’d been home from being overseas, it had gotten increasingly worse. He woke at the smallest sounds, sometimes at nothing at all, convinced someone was breaking in. Sometimes he woke at absolutely nothing but the inside of his own head. More nights than not, he woke himself screaming, or unable to breathe, or speared through the gut and dying all over again. He didn’t do a lot of sleeping at all, really. 

He slid out of bed, gun tucked into the waistband of his pants - just in case - as he crept towards the fire escape. A lithe shadow had crept through his kitchen and was rifling through his living room. They’d have a time finding absolutely anything of value, he’d moved in here with a duffle bag and hadn’t done all that much decorating in the meantime. They were quiet as they searched his apartment, he’d give them that. Skinny, though. A girl? Or maybe a kid? 

“Money’s in the bedroom,” he said quietly. “Haven’t gotten around to shopping for electronics yet.” Steve waited for the person to turn. “Good luck finding anything worth stealing,” he said. He took a few silent steps to the right, blocking the exit door.

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1. Foggy was slightly disappointed that Peter’s first word wasn’t Foggy. Not that it should have been... Matt should get dibs with dad... but he would have LOVED to lord that over his best friend until the end of time.

2. Foggy loves his nieces and nephews... and it’s unfair to say this... but he loves Peter more. Peter feels like his nephew in a lot of ways, but in a lot of ways he feels like his own child. He would die for any of his nieces or nephews, but for Peter... it’s a day to day check on the kid, protect the kid, make sure he’s okay and everything is alright. He thinks that maybe it’s because through Peter he can get a second chance to do right by Matt. He can’t always make things better for Matt, he can’t change his best friend’s past... but he CAN make sure that his best friend’s child never wants for anything, and that he NEVER feels alone. Also... since he first held little baby bug he has been wrapped around those tiny fingers and Hell or high water will not take Foggy away.

3. Foggy fear, more than anything, that Peter will get involved in something that Foggy can’t stop. It kills him being the man on the ground with zero abilities... Knowing that if something goes wrong there is absolutely nothing that he can do. However he tries VERY hard never to let Peter know that. 

Matt was frowning as he walked into his son’s room. Of course, he could smell the beer way before he walked into the apartment, but he couldn’t really believe it until now. Things hadn’t been great for a while-- especially since Peter ended up finding his mom’s letters. Still, Matt would’ve never think it would come to this. 

“What the hell are you doing?” It was pointless to argue about this now, and Matt would know that. But he wasn’t really thinking about right now. His son was drunk, he had different priorities.

“ So I picked out a few horror movies we could watch. Some of them are the classics which tend to be slow and the others are more of the jump scare type,” Gwen said showing Peter the different DVD covers before tossing them onto her bed so that he could pick on out. Her brothers were out trick- or - treating with friends and her mother was manning the door and passing out candy leaving the two teens free to hang out and watch a movie. It was much more relaxed than going to a party or running around with her brothers and this way if the city needed him he’d be able to leave freely without having to make up any sort of excuse. “ So pick something yet?” she asked crossing her room to grab her laptop before pulling herself up onto her bed in the open spot next to him. “ Or if you’re to scared we can watch a nonhorror Halloween film,” she said with a bright smile as she playfully teased him.