#virtuteminterius

She was silent for a moment or so after he finished speaking. She bit her lip lightly. "And what if I lose control of my powers and hurt those I care about and who care about me? Like the Avengers? Or even worse, you?" What if she ended up killing one of them? Would her brother still think she wasn't what they say then?

Peter felt vines caressing his body. He felt his mask pulled up, pressing his lips back against hers. “Oh I can keep it.” He said as a grin formed on his features for the time being. “Of course I did, but we’re together now.”

Richard had a long night of crime fighting and once he was home he showered and fell asleep immediately afterwards. Only to wake up hours later hearing a noise in his kitchen. He bolted out of bed and snuck into the living room to see what it was.

Sam had just started a new chapter in his book as he heard the faint knock, his head whipping to the door. “Rosina?” He whispered, nearly running there as he opened it, seeing her. “Luv, what’s--” he started, seeing her wound and feeling his stomach drop. “Gods. Rosie, come inside, quickly.” He said, moving so she could use him as a crutch to get over to the couch. 

“Better luck next time Bat!” The hero said to the Bat, who he had just easily defeated in a sparring match. The Bat flew off and Peter went to swing off, but he didn’t get that far as he stared at one of the many residents grumpy Bat had informed him of. He didn’t share the Bat’s opinion of her. He had faith. Though his guard was now up. “Can I help you?” 

Sammael was out like a light- after being stuck in his human form, he thought babysitting for Rosina would give him a chance to relax. The big, shaggy dog was lying on his bed, rolled onto his back before he felt Rosina crawl up next to him. Sam woke up almost immediately, big red eyes looking down at her. a wet nose pressed onto her head his own version of a kiss, moving so he could wrap around her. “Hello, luv.” He said gently. “You here to cuddle with me?” 

“Listen, I know what you’re thinking--” Frankie is quick to try and explain just why he’s digging through the dumpster behind an apartment, “‘Why is this charming young gent in the garbage? He should be modeling somewhere!’ Well, I’ve yet to be found by a model company, and I’m also starving. Someone threw out a perfectly good pizza just because it had pineapples on it and I will find it and I will eat it.” “...I’ll share with you, if you want?”

ROMANTIC INTENT: 💗💗💗💗💗