#wallcrawlingpeter

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It’s 5 AM in New York, and all is quiet.... quiet for New York at least. A shadow creeps through Avengers tower, a crimson shadow.

He’s lucky, usually Stark is still awake at this time but he got caught watching Wheel of Fortune episodes and all that excitement tuckered the old man out early.

Slowly, the door to Stark’s bedroom creeps open, and between the shadows we see him. Spider-Pool. Or, you know, something that isn’t two red dorks making out. Which would be a fine thing to sneak into Stark’s room if this was an ‘adult’ ask prompt, but it isn’t and I’m just trying to set a dramatic mood so fuck off! It’s just Deadpool sneaking in, okay? I’m not writing Spidey-Pool-Stark porn right now! You know Wade would want to play with Starks chest hole and my soul can not handle that!

Anyway, Deadpool sneaks into Starks bedroom muttering a slow ‘thwip’ with each step closer to his bed.

“Thwiip. Thwiip. Thwiiip.”

“Bang!”

Wade shouted, just in case the actual ‘bang’ from the bucket slamming against Stark’s head wasn’t loud enough for his licking. Which it wasn’t, it’s a pretty light bucket.

“Stop hitting on my aunt.”

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Because Ilana’s always raiding Peters closet it's no surprise when their clothes get a bit mixed up. Needless to say, Peter looks pretty great in Jeggings.

Ilana’s always been honest with Peter, however, there are the darker things she can’t face telling him solely because while everyone has had changed perspective she doesn’t want the same effect to happen with him.

Ilana will always provide bail-out for Peter whenever necessary, and vice versa

The younger spider hero frowned at the sarcasm, still holding back the coughing and feeling his chest cave in with every breath he made as if the fire’s smoke was still in him. Following Peter to the close alleyway and feeling the air around them cool down as they enter the shadows, he felt a strange comfort knowing they were away from prying eyes and feeling less expose with half his face out as he wheezed.

“I’m pretty sure it’s from the smoke.” Mile frowned, sitting down with his back against the wall and watched the other climb the wall with ease and then looking at the water bottle at his face before grabbing it. “Thanks man.” He forced a smile out and took a sip, feeling the warm liquid rush down his throat but soothing the irritating feeling from the black smoke he inhaled before but still a cough was taking over as he almost choked on the water but covered his mouth before it can spray Peter. 

Jean was sweating by the time that she reached the roof. She’d hoped it would help steady her breath but it was unfamiliar. This wasn’t her roof. She could still hear and feel the pulse of the party on the floors below hers. She’d just wanted to do her homework and now she was... panicking. She’d been having this fits more and more often. 

Jean ran her fingers through her hair and sighed. She was startled by another shadow on the roof. This had not been the best idea. She let out a gasp and tried to focus on the thoughts of the other--single them out among the panic-inducing din. The practice of focusing was comforting and once she was satisfied that his intentions were no different than hers, she walked over to the kid. Maybe she needed a distraction.

Send “You’re not going anywhere” for my muse’s reaction to yours grabbing their wrist.

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