#spiderprodigy

With a grunt, Eddie’s arm flexed as he jerked into action, fingers quickening their impatient glide over the buttons as he tried to keep up with the fight that he was trying to win—just as his pecs jiggled with his little motions with their heavy fullness just out, looking all smooth and supple and creamy as his sigh made them swell even more. In the moment, Eddie has lost himself into relaxation; world saved, freshly showered, he really didn’t care much about anything. Just winning—and spending precious time with his boyfriend who is just as engrossed with his game that Eddie had been curious about.

“Nook? Sounds like Tom Crook to me—” Eddie continued on, with his comments as his chest huffed as he re-pysched himself to push on for the win. “—don’t like—don’t you have an option for a tenants’ union?” Eddie asked, grunting as he tilted his controller. “—you should know your damn rights in that island... just sayin’!”

“Everyone dreams of getting a do-over on high school, Kid. Embrace it.” Tony rubbed at the line where his new arm--nano-metal, synthetic--met his flesh-and-blood shoulder. The problem with being a genius and arguably one of the best engineers in the world was the knowledge that if he couldn’t make himself a new arm he liked as well as the old one, then no one could. Still, he’d only been awake for a few weeks after a two month long coma--thanks, Infinity Gauntlet--and every good invention needed a starting protocol. The hall of Iron Man armors in the Avengers’ compound basement could attest to that. And despite everything he’d said to the contrary, Tony would rather be piecing back his life post blip, one arm down and barely alive, then ever go back to high school. He did not have fond memories of that part of his life.

He already hurt the kid enough-  he didn’t want  to do more damage, but it appeared he had to. Even more so since he wasn’t going to back down.

“This is your last chance, Peter. We’re done - don’t follow me.”

   “How do you feel about a leash? A metal one? What do you say?”

“Let me guess, the whole ‘with great power’ saying, isn’t it? You hold onto it so badly that it defines you.” Or at least defined most that ever managed to hear the term at least. “Look, what if I was to tell you that there was no reason to protect them? That duty - all duty is just a fool’s game.” He rubbed at his chin for a moment. “Come on, Peter. You’re better than this - we are better than this.”

When May had heard about the people who had vanished five years ago were returning, she had been quick to explain to her boss that she needed to go home, that her nephew would likely go there and she didn’t want him to find an empty apartment. When she had gotten to the apartment and Peter was nowhere to be found, she grew doubtful of the news she had heard. But then she heard about the attack upstate, and decided that’s where he was. She sat up waiting for him, not wanting to miss a single second with her nephew once he got back. She rushed to the door when she finally heard someone knocking, open the door as wide as she could. Without speaking—or even hesitating, for that matter—May pulled Peter into a tight hug.

“Only you would think it was, Parker,” Myst said sharply. “I was thinking keeping you here for a while. Perhaps you’d see things my way or maybe… ensuring the entire city knows your identity would be suitable enough.” It was an uncertainty in itself if the idea would work, but Myst was attempting to be decent; if only in his own way. “There are just so many options. Which one should Mysterio chose?”