#sweetmerc

           “how are you doing that?” miles thought he’s seen it all, but apparently this young woman was proving him wrong. 

“Hey, if my spider sense ain’t goin’ off I’m chill…” Peter barely manages to mumble out as he comes to a stir.  It was a moment or two before he’s fully aware of what’s happening, but when he does he responds with a gentle hum and a smile.  “Good morning.”

❝    I  THOUGHT  I  MADE  IT  CLEAR  THAT  I  DON’T  WANT  TO  TALK.    ❞    america  frowns  at  her  from  across  the  kitchen,  fingers  clenching  a  half  -  empty  plastic  water  bottle  a  little  tighter  than  necessary.  she  sighs,  because  despite  her  undying  protests,  it  was  pretty  impossible  to  easily  get  out  of  a  conversation  with  gwen.    ❝    i  especially  don’t  want  to  talk  when  your  first  sentence  starts  with  ‘  quentin.  ’   ❞

💀 -”I swear to God, I’ll do it. I’ll turn this bike around and then NOBODY get’s any McDonalds.”

[ Sent > Pinky Winky ] Ohh yeah [ Sent > Pinky Winky ]  Super sexy in fact [ Sent > Pinky Winky ]  A little too much for you sweet pink

this is just how I picture @sweetmerc giving advice

@sweetmerc / s.c !!

“What am I looking at right now?” Peter asked as he raised a brow towards the other for the current time being. Pausing his patrol.