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❝Every day I wake up knowing that the more people I try to save, the more enemies I will make.❞ — Independent portrayal, loosely influenced by: ✧ TAS Movie + MCU — Highly AU ⁝ IC ➝ Crack & Serious ⁝ Crossovers. — Descriptive & detailed. — SLs & banter. — ｢#Hyde｣

> help him inside. "Come in. Quick." Lightning flashed across the blackened sky, followed by a deafening crack of thunder that made the windows rattle. I looked at Matt again, genuinely confused. "What are you doing here in this weather?"

> drenched from head to toe, carrying something beneath his jacket. I blinked and simply stood there for a second, trying to make sense of what I was looking at. "Um... yes. Yes." Finally pulling myself out of my daze, I hurried over to unlock the window and slid it open to >

> later, a towel hanging low around my waist, and started drying my hair with the smaller one when I heard a knock on the window. I slowly made my way toward the living room, stopping at the end of the hallway to peer out. My brows shot up in surprise. There was Matt, >

> evening where I didn't have to think about any of it. The drop in temperature was certainly a welcome change, making the apartment ten times less suffocating. Still, I needed a long shower, hoping I'd finally be able to relax. I stepped out of the bathroom a few minutes >

> the evening on the couch. Maybe play some video games afterward instead of thinking about the Spider-Tracker I'd recently found out someone had made to track sightings of Spider-Man. No. Nope. That could wait until tomorrow. For once, I was going to let myself have an >

> contradict her? I told her it was okay. And it was. For the most part, anyway. I couldn't even go out on patrol with the storm coming down this hard, so there wasn't much left to do. I'd already decided I was going to make some pasta, put on a movie, and spend the rest of >

> seemed to disagree with those plans, deciding I was going to spend the day by myself at home instead. May had even called earlier, asking me to stay in. She didn't want me going out in weather like this, so we'd have our dinner on Saturday instead. And honestly, who was I to >

Birthdays were... complicated. Aunt May was the only one who still remembered mine. She still liked to cook and make a cake for me, even though I always told her she didn't have to. We'd usually have dinner, catch up, and then I'd head back to my place. But today, the sky >

Another year that goes by... Happy Birthday to me.

He likes stirring trouble, even when he says he doesn't. (SIP.)

A small pause. A nod of understanding. Makes sense.

Casually sipping from my coffee in awkward silence. Why does everyone wake up so angry?

❝Music really be carrying me through life.❞ @/4jibola

> push the words out. “You’re… /staying/ Wilson.” A huff followed while my arms folded over my chest, chin lifting. “And I’m also... not... shy…” Try to make that /at least/ convincing, Parker? Terrible job. Zero stars. Especially while mumbling. Inner facepalm.

> was /always/ kidding. However, that didn’t stop the fierce blush from spreading all the way down my neck. Awesome. Love that for me. “That’s not—” I sputtered, pointing at him while simultaneously forgetting what I was about to say. “You’re Wilson.” I finally managed to >

“Too much information! How do you NOT know that?” Cheeks rapidly acquired a deep red tinge. Naturally, @NOTDEADINAPOOL was eating this up. It was Wade after all. Making me short-circuit was one of his favorite hobbies. “You—” Eyes narrowed briefly. I knew he was kidding. He >