#tigerfaced

     “i’m personally a little worried.” always blunt, mj’s side eyeing the other while letting her arm loop between theirs. “god people are weird. . .” more than she was used to seeing. “if they come our way we cross the street.” 

“i know. trust me, i know.” a sigh as his hand drags through his hair. he can feel the frustration bubbling under his skin; peter usually doesn’t give it much thought, can’t, unless he wants to be swallowed by everything he’s pushed down. his fingers furl and unfurl, nails cutting into the palm of his hands with growing pressure. breathe, parker, breathe. eyes slide shut, focusing on pushing down that bubbling anger, until he shoulders relax. that familiar sunny grin shines through as he breathes out. “but we’ve got this. we can solve this.” we have to solve this. 

+ “ ... I mean , that’s a VALID fear ... I’m not sure if it’s one that’s going to HAPPEN , but it’s VALID . “ 

Brows furrowed, pouting disguised as a general distaste, arms bound to his side as the mechanical ones wrap just south of too tight around his torso. “Yes, it’s me being the 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚝-𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍, not the one taunting a restrained man.”

      “did we- did we what? nah, no. we just got...” a squint, throat still burning from the shot they’d both taken. “liquid grief?” to be FAIR neither of them even knew the person but were both dragged along anyway. “yeah. totally.”

“    ’I survived it’ isn’t usually what you say about positive experiences.   ”       // @tigerfaced​