Fandom: Marvel Ship: Peter Parker x Reader Requested: Yes (Can I request a Peter imagine where y/n was Peters bff but he was trying to keep his ‘Spider-Man secret’ from her, and one day she was in danger and he saved her and he kissed her (Spider-Man kissed her😂) and she was daydreaming all the time the othr day at school and when she told Ned, Michelle and Peter about her ‘little time’ with Spider-Man, Peter blushed and u can make the end.) Genre: Angst Warnings: Mentions of Food, Injuries, Crying, Blood, Death Part OnePart Two
You hadn’t spoken to Peter in days. It was the longest you two had ever gone without talking, and you couldn’t help but miss him. You wouldn’t let that break you, though. You weren’t ready to talk to him after the betrayal and heartbreak you felt at the discovery that he was the one who kissed you. He had full knowledge of your identity, and while he was kissing you, you were kissing Spiderman.
Peter and Spiderman weren’t the same person, no matter the fact that he was the one under the red spandex suit.
You avoided him during class, and eventually, he stopped trying to come up to you. You would only walk away, not looking at his face. It was difficult, but you made it work. If you didn’t see his face, you wouldn’t have to come to terms with the pain both of you were feeling.
And you ignored what you stopped him from saying on that night, because knowing that he– knowing what he was about to say, would tear you up from the inside out.
Michelle and you were sitting at your new lunch table when it happened. After a few days of eating lunch on your own while your other three friends sat in near silence on the other end of the lunch room, Michelle chose to join you. In her words, she “didn’t want you to look like a pathetic-ass loser.”
You secretly appreciated her presence, even if she only sat across from you quietly while reading the book in her lap. You knew she actually cared, and it made you smile every time she walked over to you.
The two of you were now eating your lunches, not talking and Michelle again reading. You were sure it was the fourth book you’d seen her with this week, and it was only Wednesday.
Multiple loud ringtones and the sound of violent vibrating distracted you from where your eyes were concentrated on your sandwich, mind wandering to anything and everything. You startled as the loud noises echoed through the cafeteria, accidentally whacking your arm against the table. You hissed through your teeth, letting out a quiet curse as the stitched-up cut in your arm bursted with pain.
You looked down at your phone, grabbing it and grimacing in pain, to see what the fuss was about. Your eyes widened as you read the notification, the phone still shaking in your grip. You felt like you couldn’t breathe, and Michelle looked up to notice your fear-stricken expression.
“What happened?” She asked, usual dry tone gone. She could clearly see something was wrong.
You began to read off your phone with a monotone voice. “Live Feed: Villain ‘Green Goblin’ battles Spiderman in Queens, the hero badly injured and barely fighting his enemy off with no Avengers in sight on…”
You trailed off, hand beginning to shake along with your phone.
“On what?” Michelle urged, and her eyebrows began to furrow.
“It’s the street Peter lives on,” you nearly whispered. You couldn’t feel pain any longer in your arm. “Oh my god,” the realization struck, and you whipped your head to look at the opposite side of the cafeteria.
Peter wasn’t at his table. But Ned was, also staring down at his phone with wide eyes.
You didn’t have time to think, only acting as you stood from your seat and began to run. Michelle yelled after you but you didn’t listen, crashing through the doors and into the empty hallways. You shoved your phone into your pocket as you ran through the halls, and you ignored any teacher’s yells for you to slow down.
When you heard Ned’s calls from behind you, you stopped. You figured that you had to catch your breath to be able to make your way to Peter, so you turned around to face the boy with the same expression of worry on his face as yours.
“Where are you going?” He asked, and you weren’t sure if you should tell him the truth.
“Why are you following me?” You asked instead. He squinted his eyes at you.
“Peter told me,” he said, and you looked at him with wide eyes,
“And what did he tell you?” You responded with another question.
“He said that he told you that he’s Spiderman,” he replied, and you immediately felt the betrayal seep back in.
“You knew he was Spiderman?” You asked with a soft voice, in fear it would crack if you spoke any louder.
“Yes,” Ned responded slowly, and he knew that wasn’t the answer you wanted when your face dropped.
“How long have you known?” You didn’t want to believe that he had told someone else before you, but then Ned replied with,
“A few months. Six, maybe.”
“A few months?” You burst out, eyebrows furrowing as you felt your heart hurt in your chest.
“He didn’t want you to get hurt,” Ned said, trying to make you feel better. It didn’t work.
“Well, that worked out great, don’t you think?” You let out a self-deprecating laugh, looking to your feet.
Peter was your best friend. He wasn’t supposed to hide things from you, especially not big things like this.
“He’s got a lot of enemies, people who are trying to kill him,” Ned went on, and you shook your head. You didn’t want to hear things like this. Peter was the nicest boy you knew. He wasn’t someone who had enemies. “And he didn’t want to tell you in case someone found out who he was. Or who you were. He was trying to-”
“Protect me,” you finished for him, looking back up. “He said he wanted to protect me,” you said so quietly that Ned almost didn’t hear you. And then you remembered the notification you and the whole school had gotten, and you took a step back. “I gotta go.”
“Wait!” Ned reached out and caught your wrist in his grip. You looked at him impatiently as he let out a sigh. “Just, be careful,” he said. You nodded in response and then turned around, Peter the only thing on your mind.
You made your way out of the school, and you didn’t think you had ever run faster. Peter’s apartment was only a few short minutes away, but as you sprinted down multiple sidewalks, the trip had never felt longer.
You knew you had made it when you saw a police barricade. Police cars were lined up across the street, the officers themselves crouching behind the cars with their guns aimed towards the middle of the street. When you stepped up behind them, you gasped at what you saw.
Floating in the air was a boy with sickly green skin and a menacing smile on his face. He looked truly terrifying, and you didn’t want you or Peter anywhere near him. Below him, cowered on the ground, was your best friend.
His suit was torn up in so many places, and it looked like more of his skin was showing than the suit. His pale skin was covered in cuts and dirt and scrapes, and you could see patches of blood appearing on the suit. He held an arm around his middle, and his hand was pressed tightly against his abdomen. You were sure he was seriously injured by the way that he was barely holding himself up.
“What are you doing?” You asked the police officers hysterically, watching as Peter lost energy every second he was sitting there in the middle of the concrete road. He had no one to save him. “Help him!”
An officer turned towards you and gave you a sympathetic look. But you didn’t care to even glance towards him, too scared to look away from Peter. “We can’t do anything. Our weapons do nothing against this guy. We’ve tried.”
And then you noticed that Peter didn’t have his mask on. You didn’t know how you didn’t notice it as soon as you arrived, but his mask was discarded on the ground next to him. He was letting the world see his identity. And if he was doing that, then–
He knew he was going to die.
“So you’re just,” you stopped to whimper as you watched the Goblin land gently on the ground. He was talking to Peter with a scowl on his face, and although you couldn’t hear him, you weren’t sure you wanted to know what he was saying. “You’re just going to let him die?”
The officer sighed before he simply said, “I’m sorry.” He turned around, looking back at the pair, and you wondered why he tightened his grip on his gun and put his finger on the trigger if he wasn’t going to use it.
But you wouldn’t have this. You wouldn’t just watch your best friend die, the love of your life die. You had been through too much together, and you still had so much more to go through.
You made your way to the edge of the barricade, and you quickly squeezed yourself between the police cars before you ran towards Peter. You ignored the officers yelling from behind you, telling you to get back. Peter was the only thing you could see, the only thing that mattered.
All anger you had towards him disappeared in that moment as you stood in front of him, blocking him from the Goblin’s view. “Stop!” You yelled, and he tilted his head at you curiously.
“(Y/N),” Peter murmured softly, and you almost didn’t hear him. You knew he didn’t do it purposely, for he was too weak to speak any louder. It made you even more worried. “Get out of here.”
“Well, what do we have here?” The villain said mischievously, taking a step closer to you. You stayed in front of Peter.
“Stay away from him,” your voice shook as you spoke, but you stood up straighter, trying to seem strong. You needed to be strong for Peter.
The Goblin laughed, almost like the words were ridiculous. “I don’t have time for this,” he said, before lifting an arm. He shot something bright green out of the device connected to him, and it hit you in the side, knowing you off balance. The pain was unbearable as you let out a cry, curling up onto the ground. You thought you heard Peter call out your name, but the ringing in your ears kept you from being sure.
The villain laughed as he kicked Peter square in the chest. He fell on his back, letting out a groan of pain. He still clutched his side, but it didn’t seem to be doing any help. You could see the blood leaking between his fingers.
“No,” you cried out, trying to sit up. But the excruciating pain in your side became too much, and you fell back onto your side. You moved your hand to press against it, and you could feel a thick consistency. You knew it was blood.
Like Peter, you thought.
You watched as Peter turned his head to look at you, and he tried to smile weakly. He took a deep breath before speaking, trying to be loud enough for you to hear him. “Don’t look,” he said, voice raspy and cracking in the middle of words.
“No, Peter,” you tried to crawl towards him, but the pain in your side stopped you again. You could barely speak, let alone move.
“It’s okay,” he said, and you saw tears begin to run down his cheeks. “Look away, (Y/N).”
He kept his eyes on you as you saw the Goblin hold his arm out again. But this time, he had a knife in his hand. Your eyes widened, and you looked back at Peter.
His face was red, and tears were the only thing you could see as he sobbed. He tried to put on a brave face, sniffling and still looking at you and not the Goblin. But you knew he could see the knife from the corner of his eye.
You stretched your arm out, using it to drag yourself closer to him, inch by inch. You kept your eyes on his, and he tried to keep his tears from falling.
“Don’t look,” he repeated, shaking is head minimally.
“Peter,” you began to cry, letting reality catch up to you. Your best friend was about to die. The boy you loved was about to die.
And you saw his eyes widen, a sob escaping his mouth, and you both knew that the knife was no longer in the Goblin’s hand. You didn’t want to look, but you had to as you tilted your head upwards to watch as the monster flew away, his cackles echoing around him. You caught sight of the knife, and you let out an almost inhumane noise.
“Peter,” you said, and you didn’t care about the pain or the blood anymore. You sat up and crawled your way over to him. “Peter,” you said louder, and you didn’t know where this sudden strength was coming from, but you figured it had something to do with adrenaline.
You made your way to his side, and you sobbed as you looked at the knife imbedded in his stomach. “Peter,” you saw his head still tilted to the side, and you placed a hand on his cheek, turning his face towards you. His eyes were already drifting closed, and his face was deathly pale. With your other hand, you pressed down on the space around the knife, trying to keep the blood from escaping.
“Peter, come on,” he looked at you under hooded eyelids, and you held back another sob. “Hey,” you tried to smile at him.
“(Y/N),” he smiled lazily, eyes fluttering. You knew he was getting delirious, and you didn’t know what to do. You heard the officers far behind you calling for ambulances. “Get outta here, it’s dangerous.” His words were hard to understand, slurred together, but you made due.
It was okay. It was okay.
“No, we’re okay. We’re okay now, Peter,” you smiled at him with watery eyes, and a tear fell onto his face. You wiped it off, but you didn’t think he noticed it in the first place. You stroked his cheek, trying to keep him distracted. And you tried to keep your gaze away from the knife inside of him.
“Oh, okay,” he let out a breath of air, and his breathing seemed to be getting shallower. His eyes fell closed.
“Peter, come on, keep your eyes open,” you patted his cheek lightly, and he reopened them, albeit somewhat reluctantly. “Peter,” your voice cracked, and you didn’t know what to say. What was someone supposed to say in a situation like this?
“I’m sorry for ignoring you,” you said, and Peter’s eyebrows furrowed slightly. “I shouldn’t have, and it was stupid, and we should have just talked it out,” you began to sob halfway through, and you couldn’t hold back your tears anymore.
“Don’t,” Peter said, and had to pause to take a breath. Your hands shook where they rested on his cheek and stomach. “Don’t apologize. It was– my fault.”
He tried to catch his breath, and the paler he got, the clammier he got, the more you cried. “No, it wasn’t. None of this was your fault.”
“(Y/N), I–” he breathed out heavily. “I’m tired.”
“I know, I know,” you stroked his cheek with your thumb, and you weren’t sure if it was sweat gathering on his forehead or your tears. “Stay awake for me, please.”
When he didn’t respond, and it almost seemed like he was staring into space while breathing erratically, you slapped him lightly. He startled, and you bit your lip to stifle a cry. “Yeah,” he whispered. You could see the fear slowly catching up to him again, and you needed to distract him again.
“Hey, look at me, Peter,” he didn’t listen, and you weren’t sure if he had even heard. “Peter! Look into my eyes,” he complied, his brown eyes looking too glossy for your liking. It was almost like he wasn’t completely there, like it wasn’t him behind those eyes but someone else entirely.
“I love you,” you said, voice shaking so much that you were worried he wouldn’t understand you. So you repeated it. “I love you, Peter Parker. I will always love you.”
A smile formed on his face, barely there, but it made you give him one back. “Really,” he said, breathing heavily still. He blinked rapidly, although you could feel his heartbeat slowing under your hands. “You, love, me?” He spoke between breaths, and he was barely audible now.
“Yes, Peter,” you cried, and your voice wouldn’t stop cracking. “I love you so much.”
“Good,” he said, laughing slightly, but then he began to cough. You looked at him with wide eyes, wondering if this was it, because he clearly couldn’t catch his breath.
But you weren’t ready. It wasn’t supposed to be his time yet. This wasn’t his time. It couldn’t be.
“Peter, breathe,” you said frantically, running your fingers through his hair to come him down. “Breathe, breathe,” you brought him up higher in your arms, and he immediately started breathing again. You sighed in relief, but then saw a streak of red flow down his chin.
It was blood.
You whimpered quietly, wiping it away with your thumb. “You’re okay, you’re okay,” you said repeatedly, and it reminded you of when Peter was whispering the same words to you on the ferry when he saved you. It’d only been a week since it happened. It seemed like a lifetime ago.
“You love me?” He asked again. Your heart was breaking into pieces at the expression on his face: hopeful, scared, and oblivious all mixed into one.
“Yes, I love you,” you cried, and repeating it for him just made your heart hurt all the more. “I love you, I love you.”
“Good,” he said again, and you sniffled. This wasn’t a good sign. His breathing slowed, and his eyes took one last look at you before fluttering multiple times. “Because, because,” he tried to catch his breath, but it didn’t seem like he could. You stroked his cheek, trying to calm him. “Because I lo…..”
He stopped, trailing off on a breath, and his eyes were closed. His body was limp under you, and you couldn’t feel his pulse under your fingers any longer.
“Peter,” you yelled, hysterical. “Peter!” You shook his shoulders, trying not to hit the knife still in his skin. “Peter, wake up. Wake up!” You sobbed, and you screamed, and you cried.
You cried for the boy who would never get to go to MIT like he always planned, and you cried for the boy who was so innocent and kind but held a secret that was so dangerous for him, and you cried for the boy who would never get the quiet house in the suburbs with a spouse and children that he always told you he dreamed about.
You cried for the boy who never opened his eyes, and who never got to finish the words he so desperately always wanted to say to you.
********************************* Well I’m crying. Are you guys? I’d really love some feedback on this part, so please let me know what you think. Requests are open :)
Title: On Falling and Flying / AO3 Length: 7k Rating: T for language Summary: Pilot Reader has been transferred to D'Qar with high praise from General Organa for her flight skills. And Poe is eager to get her to prove it. But she tries her best to ignore his teasing, certain that he’s only jealous. She has no interest in taking away his precious title as best pilot in the Resistance. But when Reader crashes and almost gets herself killed, she glimpses a side of Poe she hasn’t seen before and she realizes she was wrong about him all along. Masterlist / WIP List
"thor is so gay for loki like he pushed aside his real blood brother for this green parasite" WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN????????
(sorry for the late response – i felt like this needed visual aids)
OKAY SO this is after the whole siege thing happened and the lokester died. thor basically went around asgard fucking moping about how much he missed his brother to anyone who would stick around long enough
one of those people was his actual flesh and blood brother, balder
followed by ACTUAL FLESH AND BLOOD BROTHER WHO DIDN’T BRING ON THE FALL OF ASGARD AKA BALDER going, ‘um thor asgard is in ruins because of that little shit and bringing him back would be hella bad SO DON’T DO THE THING’
so yeah, then thor goes and does the fucking thing
well then thor (LOOKING GOOD AF THO I MEAN)
manages to find loki on earth, in paris, in the body of another little shit, a street kid named ‘serrure’ (french for lock), and chases him down and when he finally catches up to the kid thor tells him who he really is and that he’s come to bring him home (in this gay af speech about how even though he’s been a total shit in the past thor can’t imagine his life without him and he misses him a fucking lot okay???)
and loki has THE AMNESIA but they do some magicky stuff and touch thor’s hammer together (hur hur, but not really, this is a kid’s show so really it’s just mjolnir) and KRAKADOOM! loki suddenly remembers who he is, at least a little bit, and they go back to asgard where thor apparently has no idea how to carry a kid and slings loki around like a sack of potatoes
and everybody sees him with loki (WHO’S SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD FINALLY) and the consensus is pretty much “JFC THOR HONESTLY?”
and thor is basically like, “yeah i brought my boyfriend brother back and nobody gets to say anything about it ever okay? okay.”
and then they flew off into the sunset together and nothing bad ever happened again ever*
(*except for everything and it was horrible and sad and a lot of us cried)
i got longwinded but yeah thor basically pushed his real blood brother aside to bring back this green menace
(BUT LOOK AT HOW CUTE THIS LITTLE RASCAL IS <33333)
Summary: Bucky runs into his ex girlfriend and memories come flooding back. Based on the song All Too Well by Taylor Swift
Word Count: 1.5k+
Warnings: pure angst, cheating, mentions of sexy times, swearing probably
I walked through the door with you, the air was cold, But something ‘bout it felt like home somehow and I Left my scarf there at your sister’s house, And you still got it in your drawer even now. Oh, your sweet disposition and my wide-eyed gaze. We’re singing in the car, getting lost upstate. The Autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place, And I can picture it after all these days.
The air in my lungs is knocked out of me as my eyes meet hers. She looks great–amazing. Two years have past since I ended things with her and she’s still as beautiful as ever. She chopped her hair and it looks like she’s been working out. Looking at her made my chest ache. Even after all this time, I still missed her like crazy, even though it was my fault that things ended. Looking at her brought me back to what we had and what we could’ve had.
Summary: Dr. Lillian Zane has been with the Avengers for two years. Her life has been safe, and ordinary until a certain Asgardian God shows up unannounced making demands.
Pairing: Loki x OFC
A/N: This story just wouldn’t let me be. My OFC, and her chemistry with our favorite Asgardian God demanded to be written. Definitely going to be a multi-chapter. I’ve already plotted out history and future for this story. Enjoy! Your reviews are not only welcome but much, much appreciated!
Dr. Lillian Zane and Dr. Helen Cho made a remarkable team.
Dr. Cho, the senior of the two was renown in her field of medical sciences and
tissue generation. Dr. Zane on the other hand was relatively new to the scene
but was the former’s quick to learn apprentice. Together, their work benefited
the Avengers in not just advancing their research but in healing their agents
after a particularly tough mission or two.
“It’s just a graze,” the redhead being examined by Dr. Zane insisted.
“A cute little bandaid and I’ll be good to go, Lil.”
“I think not,” Lillian said stitching up the gash across Natasha’s
arm. “Bandaids don’t fix bullet holes.”
There was a brief lull in the conversation that was
punctured by Captain Steve Roger’s laughter. “Did you just quote Taylor Swift?”
he asked, his blue eyes overtaken by mirth.
“Of all the people to get a pop cultural reference, it is
the man out of time,” Lillian remarked, grinning back.
She stepped back to observe her work on Natasha’s wound
while Steve was being ribbed for knowing Taylor Swift songs. It was pretty
decent needlework if she said so herself. Still, she wished her friends didn’t
need so much medical attention so often. For the past two years that she’d been
at the Avengers Tower, she’d gotten pretty attached to the team. They were an
awkward bunch with quite diverse personalities that often tickled each other
the wrong way, but they were family. It was easy enough to see. She was glad
that she was part of something for once that was of her own choosing. This was
the family she chose, and a colorful bunch they were indeed.
Helen looked over, examining Lillian’s work. “Good job, Dr.
Zane. Soon enough, we won’t even have to touch any of you to heal you. With our
research, you’d be healed and ready to go in just a matter of seconds.”
“Well, I hope it doesn’t happen too soon,” Steve said smiling. “Or I’ll miss these nice little moments
If his eyes lingered longer than necessary on Lillian,
Natasha was the only one to notice. She couldn’t hide her smirk. Of all the
people for Cap to finally fall for, he had to pick the most oblivious girl in
“Captain Rogers, Agent Romanoff, Dr. Zane, and Dr. Cho,
please do not be alarmed,” Jarvis electronic but familiar voice interrupted,
startling everyone in the room. “Mr. Stark requires your assistance downstairs.
We have visitors.”
Natasha hopped off the chair she’d been sitting
on. Steve reached for his shield, instantly alert. “Stay here,” he instructed
the doctors, as he stepped out to investigate with Nat trailing right behind
um? i love your theme. but anyway. domestic rogues headcanon: hartley and lisa act so much like siblings that third parties think they grew up together (mick secretly takes pictures of them being siblingy on his phone)
ahh, thank you so much! i, too, absolutely adore my theme. and i absolutely LOVE this concept!! lisa and hartley are most definitely a dynamic duo! i hope you enjoy your little snippet!
“Are we completely sure that your sperm donor didn’t sire anymore offspring after you and Lise?” Mark asks, directing the question at Len. The two of them and Mick are stood in the kitchen of their latest safehouse. Mick is preparing a big dinner for them all, and Len is assisting where he can, but Mark isn’t doing much other than rattling on and on, as per usual. “I mean, look at the two of them. They could be long lost twins or something.”
The ‘two of them’ he’s referring to are, of course, Lisa and Hartley. Currently, they’re spread out across the couch in the living room, painting each other’s nails while Mean Girls plays on the television. They’re chattering on about something or another, but whatever it is can’t be heard from the kitchen.
“Positive,” Len drawls out, not looking up from where he’s methodically chopping up bell peppers to go in the big pot of chili Mick is currently throwing spice after spice into. “The devil only spawned the two of us. That’s all he needed to get what he wanted.” He stops for a moment to look up and watch Lisa and Hartley interact. “They just.. have similar interests. We got lucky when we picked up the puppy.”
“Stop calling me a puppy!” Hartley snaps, raising his voice enough that he can be heard clearly in the kitchen. It’s easy to forget that, when he’s wearing his enhanced hearing aids, he can hear more than a typical human.
“Never,” Len snarks back, then returns to chopping up the vegetables. The corners of his lips are turned in amusement and a hint of fondness, but he dares anybody to accuse him of having feelings. “Let them have their harmless fun.”
“Harmless?” Mark asks with a huff. “Last month they tied me to a chair and dyed my hair green! They’re little menaces, is what they are!”
“Marky, you have super powers,” Mick finally speaks up, though he doesn’t turn away from the stove. “You coulda gotten outta that chair if you really wanted to.”
“Shut up, Rory,” Mark hisses back. There’s a hint of electricity crackling in the air suddenly, but one icy glare from Len has is disappearing almost immediately. “They gave me that look. I know you know the one.”
“Yep,” Mick agrees. They’ve all been victims of that Look before, but none more than Mick. You could say he has a soft spot for the two. “Len, do me a favor an’ take a picture of ‘em, an’ don’t complain! Need it for their Christmas presents, but my hands are covered. An’ don’t let ‘em see you!”
Synopsis: It’s Neymar’s 25th birthday, and you decide to continue your parents’ birthday tradition with him.
Word Count: 2,438
A/N: It’s my baby boy’s birthday! 🎉🎈🎂🎁 Oh my god I can’t believe he’s already 25, I swear he’s growing up too fast! 😭😩 But I still love you baby! 😊💝 xoxo — jas
You press a soft,
fleeting kiss to the nape of his neck, lips ghosting down the column of his
neck, as you pressed a second kiss to the sensitive spot on his neck, teeth
grazing the tender skin. A delicious shiver of anticipation slithers down the
length of his spine, as his plump lips twitch into a blissful smile. He shifts
around in the mattress, rolling onto his back before snaking his arms around
your slender waist, eliciting a squeal of surprise from your lips, as he tugged
you flush against the defined contours of his bare chest.
dia, birthday boy,” you murmur, resting your head against his
shoulder, and nestling your face in the crook of his neck, hot breath fanning
the sensitive skin, as goosebumps erupt along the surface of his skin.
“Did you sleep well, last night?” You press a teasing kiss to his
pulse point, teeth nipping at the sensitive flesh as the action draws a sharp
gasp from his supple, pink lips.
did,” he breathes, his heart thrumming in his ribcage, breath hitching in
his throat as he feels your soft fingertips traced the artistic designs of the
tattoos inked into the warm, soft texture of his bare skin.
“The circus is in town!” Raven growled as the howl reverberated through the tower, disrupting her meditation.
“The circus is in town, the circus is in town!” Beast Boy continued chanting at the top of his lungs, and with a sigh, she alighted on the floor of her room. There was no way she was going to be able to continue meditating now. Especially since in one, two, three…
“Raven! C'mon, the circus is in town, we’ve gotta go!” The words, accompanied by a loud knock, arrived at her door. She opened it and glared down at the boy. He grinned up at her, eyes wide and pleading.
“No.” Was all she uttered, before slamming the door again. While she had come a long way, and even enjoyed the occasional outing with the team now, a circus sounded more like torture than actual fun. Loud people, bright lights, clowns… The circus seemed like someone had taken a list of everything Raven didn’t like, and set out to craft something based on nothing but. In short, the circus was Raven specific torture, and she had no desire to subject herself to it.
No one could be blamed as the sight was captivating with it’s vibrant greens and overwhelming menace.
Centori sat in a warm tub, the bite of eternal winter nipping at her exposed skin. Her attention was focused on the looming planet above. It stood in stark contrast against the inky sky, glittering like a jewel.
Her feelings were mixed on Argus’ sudden appearance. Rumors swirled from the mundane to the wildly crazed. Magic! Demon’s ultimate weapon! Draenei conspiracy! It was the end times according to some. Those who cheered that they were right after all; Their lunatic ravings justified.
She was of the mind that something devious had happened, something unexpected. Whether it was from demons, or from their own side, it was now everyone’s problem. A long sigh caused a plume of warm air, now chilled, to escape into the night.
A thumb was held up to block out the offense. For a moment it disappeared, for a moment all was well, for a moment they wouldn’t be called away again.
Her hand dropped. The distant orb reappeared. Dread followed once more.
To say Bruce was annoyed would be an understatement. The nuisance, also known as the Joker and the bane of the vigilante’s existence, has been trying, unsuccessfully to figure out his counterpart’s name. He had been at it for over five minutes now, and, sadly, there was plenty of time before they reached Arkham.
Kryptonite continues to be a wildly popular story element – or, alternatively, an ubiquitous one – in the assorted Superman titles. Of the established varieties, red and green continue to dominate the roster, while the other three (white, blue and gold, although I assume I didn’t need to tell you that) make scant appearances when required.
But not even the unpredictable effects of Red K or the mortal menace of Green K seems to satisfy the appetite for new Kryptonite innovations. Superman’s becoming a monster or turning evil every other month, thanks to Red K, but there’s obviously an urge to create and confirm the existence of more varieties.
In 1963, the hoax of Silver Kryptonite made a singular appearance, and here it’s Jewel Kryptonite. Possibly the only part of planetary material not made dangerously radioactive in the explosion which claimed Krypton, Jewel Kryptonite – a fragment of the Jewel Mountains which are sent into space thanks to the machinations of a time-travelling Jax-Ur in Action Comics vol.1 No.310 – has no deleterious effect on the Man of Steel. Instead, it focuses and enhances the psychic powers of the Phantom Zone inmates, which is itself an unexpected benefit of the extra-dimensional internment.
(While Jewel K never really entered the exclusive five-part Kryptonite catalog of the Pre-Crisis era, it will pop up again in, well, a few decades from now…)