Blizzard: Soldier: 76 is one BAD ol’ man. He wears leather, has a cool voice, outruns bullets, and kicks butt with no hint of slowing down. (…) At one point in time, we had Soldier: 76 repeatedly smashing a villain’s face into the concrete until it was a bloody mess. After a creative review, it was suggested that perhaps we had gone too far. With this note, we decided to dial back the brutality.
Warnings: Gosh darn profanity and I think that’s about it
A/N: I don’t know how the train system works in Queens so let’s pretend it made sense okay guys? Also I am in love with this part like wow. Sorry for the length, might wanna grab some snacks and get comfortable folks
I must have seen the video at least 30 times before I decided that it was real. I slowed down the video by
carefully dragging my thumb across the screen, trying to find a flaw in the editing -but this seemed authentic; he couldn’t possibly fake all of it. This was all just hard to believe.
Was he out fighting crime right now? Is that why I heard sirens in the background?
All this time, it was Peter Parker who helped protect Queens. The same Peter Parker who fought the Avengers and defeated the Vulture guy a couple of months ago.
He’s just a kid, how is he capable of doing this? How can he balance school life and fight crime? What about that Stark intern-
I audibly gasped when I realized that the Stark internship he talked about was probably a cover for being freaking Spider-Man!
I heard scratching at my door and knew immediately that Buddy wanted to come into my room. I got off my bed and opened my door. Right when I opened it, Buddy ran to my bed and made himself comfortable, panting loudly. I gently closed the door and joined him on the bed. Looking back at the phone, I mindlessly pet Buddy.
“Okay,” I said finally. “If I’m supposed to believe all this, I should do some investigating. Like Sherlock does,” I said to Buddy. He merely blinked at me, trying to lick my hand. “I can solve this case, right Bud?” I cooed, ruffling up his ears.
“Sweetheart! Dinner’s ready!” my mom called from the dining room.
Buddy perked up at the sound of my mom’s voice and ran to my door.
“Traitor,” I muttered, following Buddy to free him from my room. Once I opened my door, Buddy ran to the living room as if his life depended on it. Rolling my eyes, I trudged behind. I patted my jeans to make sure the phone was still there; I kept Peter’s phone in my pocket so that Michael couldn’t get to it. I sat down at the dinner table, mentally planning out my next move.
“Your dad told me you got your tickets, isn’t that exciting?” my mom chirped, serving herself some food.
I served my own plate and said, “Mmhm.”
“Calm down honey, you don’t want to get too happy now,” she said, quirking an eyebrow at me.
I smiled slightly and said, ”I am excited, really, but the concert isn’t for another couple of months, you know? I’m just tired anyway.”
“You wouldn’t be so tired if you slept early, like I always tell you to,” my mom scolded, taking a bite.
“It’s cause you’re always on that phone,” Michael said, in a teasing voice.
I laughed, “Shut up Mike.”
“Got a head ache?” he asked me.
“It’s cause you’re always on that phone,” I finished, chuckling.
He lightly laughed back and said, “You don’t even have your phone though.”
I narrowed my eyes at him as he ate, realizing that I now had to explain to my parents why I didn’t have my phone.
“You lost your phone?” my mom exclaimed.
“Again?” my dad added from the living room.
“No, I didn’t lose it. I know exactly where it is,” I said, sipping my water.
“Not here,” Mikey snickered.
I kicked him under the table and mouthed, “Shut it.”
“Where is it?” my mom asked.
I waved my hand absentmindedly and said, “I accidentally took my friend’s phone and vice versa.”
“What friend?” my dad asked, lowering the volume on the TV.
I knew I couldn’t say it was Peter’s, because God forbid I talk to boys, so I said, “Michelle’s.”
My dad nodded, satisfied with that answer, resuming his attention to the basketball game.
“Oh, so you’ll just switch back at school then?” my mom added.
“Yup,” I said, popping the “p.” “But maybe we’ll meet up over the weekend or something if she wants it back sooner, I don’t know yet.”
I continued eating until I felt the phone vibrate. I got startled and slightly choked on my water. “Speaking of Michelle, that must be her. I gotta take this, dinner was great Mom!” I rambled, grabbing my dishes as I left the table to throw them in the sink -careful not to break any. I vaguely heard my mom telling me to slow down as I sprinted to my room, hastily answering the call.
“Hello?” I breathed, closing my door.
“Y/N?” Peter asked.
I inhaled sharply and let out a breath, trying to even it out. “Yeah,” I said, going to sit down on my bed.
“Is this a bad time?” he asked, uncertain.
“No, it’s a great time I was just, um, out on a run. With my dog. Buddy. Just came back, so, that’s why I sound out of breath,” I chuckled nervously.
Why did I tell him I went out for a run? I’m not athletic. God, this is so bad.
“Oh,” he said, “that’s nice. It’s a good day for a run, I suppose.”
“Yeah, I run all the time,” I lied. “You know, from my problems and stuff. I just decided to switch it up today,” I added dumbly.
I got a laugh from him and I smiled as he said, “That’s a good one.”
“Thanks,” I replied, “sooo…what’s up?” I got up from my bed and walked around my room.
“Oh, um, I was just calling back to apologize for earlier. I got caught up with the Stark internship,” he explained.
Right. The “Stark internship.” Time to investigate.
“How is that, by the way?” I asked, “the internship, I mean.”
“Th- the internship? Oh, it’s, uh, great! Keeps me real busy,” he stumbled.
“I could only imagine, I mean, it’s run by Tony Stark -Iron Man himself, right?” I prodded.
“Ye-yeah, Mr. Stark is great. I don’t see him directly, too often, but, he’s definitely great from the few times that I met him,” he said, sounding nervous.
“What does he have you do?” I asked innocently.
“He has us do lot’s of paper work, you know, the boring stuff,” he said. “It’s not that interesting if I’m being honest, you wouldn’t wanna hear about it.”
“Try me,” I said smirking.
“Um, well, some of the paper work is classified so I can’t exactly talk about it,” he explained.
Damn it, he got me there.
“Ah, well, that’s okay,” I said, quickly thinking of something else to ask. “Have you met any of the other Avengers while you were there? Like, that new one, the Spider-Man guy?”I asked, anxiously waiting to hear his answer.
“Spider-Man? Um, yeah, we’ve met. A few times,” he said, sounding unsure of himself.
“I bet he’s so cool in real life, huh?” I asked.
“Yeah, he’s pretty awesome. I mean he single-handily took down a villain who used high-tech alien weapons, so, I’d say he’s cool,” Peter said, sounding cocky.
“I heard he has a weird voice though, is that true?” I lied.
“Wh- what? No! He doesn’t have a weird voice, where’d you hear that?” he exclaimed, his voice rising.
I bit my lip to hide my smile, “Oh, you know, here and there.” I picked at my nails and then said, “People talk.”
“You don’t seriously believe he has a weird voice, do you?” he asked.
“Mm, I don’t know. Maybe. I also heard he was rude to some people who wanted a picture of him,” I said, making up things as I went.
“What!” he exclaimed, his voice rising a pitch higher. He cleared his throat then said, “That never happened.”
“Yeah,” I exclaimed, “shot a web at the camera, and everything!”
Peter scoffed, “I don’t think Spider-Man would do that.”
“Who knows,” I added, “it’s not like we actually know him right? He could be a total asshole in real life for all I know.”
“He could be,” Peter reluctantly said. “But I, I think he’s an okay guy. Maybe you’ll get to meet him and see for yourself?”
“That’d be sick, but, I highly doubt it,” I sighed, playing along.
“Who knows, right?” Peter mused. “I think you could find him around Queens or something doing superhero stuff.”
Or at the library studying for a Spanish quiz, I mentally added.
I chuckled slightly, “People don’t just run into superheroes, Peter.”
“Keep an open mind, Y/N,” Peter chuckled. “Hey, what are you doing tomorrow?”
Peter caught me off guard with his sudden change in topic, “Um, nothing much? I was going to return a book to the library and then just chill or something.”
“The one on 21st?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I said, not really sure why he was suddenly interested in this.
Maybe he’s purposely changing the subject away from Spider-Man.
“Cool, how about, we meet there? Tomorrow? At noon? We can exchange phones then,” he offered.
“Oh, right, yeah,” I said, forgetting we had to actually plan a meet up. “Works for me,” I confirmed.
“And, uh, I didn’t look through your stuff, if you’re wondering,” he chuckled.
“Me either, if you were wondering, as well,” I said, swallowing my guilt.
I am a terrible human.
“But you did get a text from MJ,” Peter said, “not that I purposely read it -I mean -I couldn’t help it, it just popped up, you know?”
“That’s okay Peter, I don’t mind.” I said, feeling even worse.
I can’t keep lying to him
“Um, something did happen though,” I said, wincing.
“What?” he asked, confused.
“With your phone,” I hesitantly said.
“Something happened to my phone?” Peter asked.
Should I just come clean? I still have time to back out.
“My brother…” I started, “dropped it. I asked him to hand it to me, but I didn’t have…good…reflexes. And I’m really sorry.”
Not a total lie? I do have bad reflexes…
“Oh,” Peter sighed, “that’s okay, I don’t mind a scratch or two.”
Oh my god -I am a terrible person. How can I just lie to Peter like this?
“Yeah, I just felt really terrible about it, I thought you should know,” I said, closing my eyes at how dumb I was.
“Y/N, it’s totally fine! Don’t worry about it, really, I’m okay with it,” he said reassuringly.
I hate you Peter Parker, you good human being you. Oh, who am I kidding, I hate myself.
I sighed, “Actually, it’s not fine. I need to tell you something else.”
“What is it?” he asked.
Right as I was about to confess my sin, the phone started to vibrate. I took it away from my ear and saw that I, or Peter, was getting a call from an unknown number.
“Um, hold on, you’re getting a call from an unknown number, I’ll just answer it real quick and see who it is,” I said, thinking nothing of it. Vaguely hearing Peter protest, it was too late as I hit the green button. Not getting a chance to even say “hello,” there was a man’s voice already talking.
“Yo, spiderling, I made some minor upgrades to the prototype suit I’ve been working on. You don’t need to thank me right away, but I do believe some praise is due,” he said. “You’re welcome, by the way.”
Oh my god, it’s Tony Stark.
“Kid?” he asked after hearing my lack of reply.
“Um, Peter’s not here right now,” I said, weakly.
The line went quiet for a few seconds until I heard, “I’m sorry, and, who’s this?”
“Peter’s,” I paused, thinking, “friend.”
Can I even call myself that?
“Well. You can disregard this whole phone call. But. Where exactly is Peter?” Tony asked.
“Um, home? We switched phones by mistake,” I explained.
“Great, and seriously, ignore this phone call. It never happened,” he said, before cutting off the call.
I kept the phone pressed against my ear, stunned at what just happened.
Peter really is Spider-Man. This just confirmed everything.
“Hello? Y/N? Are you there? Did you answer the call?” Peter asked, sounding worried.
I cleared my throat before responding, “Um, yeah, I’m here.”
Peter stayed quiet and then tried to casually ask, “So, um, who was it?”
“It was…” I hesitantly said, “Tony Stark.”
“Oh, Mr. Stark called me?” he nervously laughed, “that’s weird. Why would Mr. Stark call me at this hour? What did he, uh, what did he say?”
“Actually Peter, I have to go right now, but, I’ll tell you about it tomorrow, okay?” I sighed. I just really needed to sleep; too much had happened today for me to process.
“Really? Do you have to go right now? We can stay up and talk some more? I mean, it’s Friday, I’m not too busy,” Peter said, trying to stay on the line.
“I’m really sorry Peter,” I whispered, feeling overwhelmed with guilt. “I’ll explain everything tomorrow, I promise.”
“Um, yeah, okay. No big deal,” he said, trying to sound cool about it. “I’ll see you tomorrow then.”
“Yeah,” I said, “tomorrow.”
I heard Peter say goodbye and then I hung up.
I couldn’t stand to hear his voice anymore. Under different circumstances, I would love nothing more than to hear Peter talk all day, but right now, I was lying to this sweet, dorky guy who didn’t deserve this. I clutched the phone to my chest and closed my eyes.
“What have I done,” I whispered.
I woke up the next morning, dreading what was to come. I had to face Peter and I was not mentally prepared to do that.
Looking in the mirror as I applied my mascara, I hated my reflection. I mean I looked good, but, I hated my inner self right now. I hate that I invaded Peter’s privacy and found out something that I shouldn’t have. Now I have to go and explain what an awful person I am to my crush -who will literally hate me when he finds out what I did.
Once I was ready to leave, I grabbed my book-bag and told my dad I was heading out.
“Call me when you get there, okay?” he reminded me.
“Yeah, I will!” I called out as I closed the front door. I made my way down the stairs of our porch and walked to the train station. I texted Peter a quick message saying I was on the way there, not looking forward to this at all.
On the train, I mindlessly looked around, waiting to get to my stop. It wasn’t until I heard a distant scream that I snapped out of my thoughts.
What the hell was that?
The rest of the passengers looked confused too, and we all looked to the right where the scream had come from. I heard two loud bangs on the car over, followed by a chorus of screams. Everyone dropped to the floor and I saw two armed men point guns at the passengers. They were yelling something, but it was muffled due to the distance. Everyone in this passenger car dropped to the floor as well, and with shaky hands, I did too.
Oh my god, please tell me this isn’t really happening. What do I do?
My hands immediately went to my phone, ready to call 911, or even say goodbye to my family when I realized that there was an alternative option.
I hastily pulled out Peter’s phone, trying to unlock it with my trembling fingers. I managed to dial my number, and held the phone up to my ear. I anxiously waited and kept looking up to make sure the gun men didn’t see me or walk in here yet. This was the car at the end of the train, so hopefully they won’t get here so soon.
“Hey Y/N!” Peter happily chirped, “I saw your text, don’t worry, I’m on my way-”
I cut off Peter, whispering, “Peter, help me, please.”
“Y/N? What’s wrong?” he asked, sounding worried.
“I- I’m on the train that’s heading to 21st street. It’s, it’s Train B. We’re -there’s, there’s some guys -” I was cut off by a huge screech. Someone hit the emergency stop on the train and we all got tossed to the left. The phone skidded out of my hands and I whispered, “Shit, shit, shit,” I crawled towards it, realizing I had to move fast.
“What was that? What’s going on?” Peter said, sounding out of breath. I think he was running. “Y/N? Are you there, are you alright? Talk to me, Y/N, please.”
“They stopped the train,” I whispered, looking around. “And they have guns.”
“I’m on my way, don’t hang up okay, just, keep talking to me. Tell me everything you see, everything you can, I’ll get some help, I promise,” he said, in an assertive voice.
“I’m so sorry Peter,” I rambled nervously, “I am so so sorry. I, I saw the video.”
If I’m going to die, I want to tell Peter the truth.
“Why do you keep saying sorry? What video?” Peter breathed as I heard rustling in the background.
“The video on your phone about going to Berlin. I know Peter, I just, I know,” I sighed. I heard another bang and flinched. With a trembling voice, I whispered softly, “I’m sorry.” I closed my eyes and tried to maintain calm.
I’m going to die here
“None of that matters anymore -I don’t care about that right now, okay Y/N? It doesn’t matter, I forgive you. Just, keep talking. Stay on the line. Tell me what you see, it’ll be okay, I’m on my way to you,” he replied.
I took a deep breath, composing myself. “Okay,” I sighed, leaning up to see the train car next door. “They’re lining people up against one side of the train. There’s two of them in there, there could be more, I don’t, I don’t know,” I numbly said.
“You’re doing great, just keep talking. I’m almost there,” he said.
I saw one of the men look towards our car and head to the door that separated us. “Fuck, fuck, no no no,” I said, starting to panic even more.
“What? What is it?” Peter exclaimed.
“He’s coming, I don’t know if i can keep talking Peter,” I whispered, “I’m not going to hang up but please hurry.”
I couldn’t hear Peter’s reply as I shoved the phone in my jean jacket’s pocket. The man barged in and yelled, “Everyone move to this side and stay down!”
He motioned us to move against the opposite side, and people did so, whimpering in fear. I took deep breaths and did as we were told. I looked around at the other passengers and saw that there was children with their mothers, hiding their cries. There were also kids my age, and even some elderly people.
I don’t want any of them to die
For the most part, it seemed like we all mutually agreed to do what the man said -there were no protests from any of the passengers. There was, however, an older woman who was crying and mumbling prayers in Spanish on her knees.
“You!” the man harshly yelled, aiming the gun at the woman. “Shut the fuck up and get down.”
She merely closed her eyes tighter, and kept praying, tears slipping down her face.
Lady please just do what he says, I mentally pleaded.
She remained unmoved, and I whispered to myself, “C’mon lady.”
The fact that she didn’t submit irritated the man, so he yelled at her, “Did you fucking hear me?” He stalked closer to her.
I sighed to myself and quietly muttered, “Don’t do it Y/N, don’t do it. Don’t do anything stupid, just mind your own business.”
The gun man, seemingly impatient, only got angrier at her lack of compliance. He aimed the gun at her head, ready to pull the trigger, and yelled, “You have three seconds before I-”
“No, wait!” I cried out, before I could stop myself.
I sat up on my knees and raised my hands in surrender when he aimed the gun at me instead. Swallowing my fear, I pleaded, starting to stand, “Don’t shoot her, please, she’s just -she’s just praying.”
I stared at the barrel of the gun, physically frozen in fear. I couldn’t move, but I had a million thoughts running through my mind.
“I don’t give a shit what she’s doing kid. Tell her to stop, or I’ll put a bullet through both of your heads,” he angrily muttered, not once taking his aim off of me.
I swallowed thickly and with a trembling voice, I quietly replied, “I’m, I’m not that good at Spanish, sir.”
“What did you say?” he spat at me, stepping closer.
I held back a whimper and repeated myself, “I-I can’t tell her to stop, I, I don’t know much Spanish.”
Glaring at me, he pressed the barrel of the gun against my forehead, “Listen here you little bi-”
I closed my eyes tightly, and held my breath.
This is it. This is how I die. I just had to open my stupid mouth-
My thoughts were cut off when I heard a huge crash, and glass breaking from behind me. I visibly flinched, and reacted by dropping to the floor, covering my head in the process. I stayed crouched down, quickly moving out of the way and could hear gun shots. They weren’t aimed at me, however, they were being aimed at something behind me.
“Hey buddy! You made me miss my train!” I heard a voice shout.
Sneaking a glance, I saw that the man was now fighting Spider-Man, trying to shoot him. At each gun shot, I flinched, but was relieved when Spider-Man managed to kick it out of his hands. Spider-Man somehow dodged every hit, saying witty comments that I couldn’t focus on, and knocked the gun man out cold. He didn’t have much time to relax because two more guys ran in here to fight him as well. Now ignoring the passengers, the men were focused solely on Spider-Man. The people on the train screamed, and scrambled to get to the other car seeing that the gun men were all in this one instead. I tried to follow them, but with everyone pushing to get to the front, I was left at the very back -along with the old woman. She didn’t have the strength to shove people out of the way, so I led her in front of me, gently encouraging her. I turned back to see Spider-Man shoot a web at one of the guys, and roughly pulled it towards him. The guy’s body made contact with the steel pole in the middle of the train, and with a final grunt, he was down.
I turned my attention back to the old woman, and saw that we both made it through the doors. Seeing as I was the last person in, I hastily went to close the doors. People kept moving up the train, determined to put as much distance between themselves and the fight. I followed the crowd, looking back whenever I could to make sure that Spider-Man was alright. I saw him webbing up the gun men, and stopped walking before I made it to the other car. I turned to see the passengers, and they kept going forward, but I slowly broke from the crowd and headed back to where Spider-Man was. With my ears ringing, and my heart rate racing, I tried to stay focused on the red and blue figure who was tying up the gun men to the pole. I opened the doors, and he turned to look at the source of the noise.
“Peter?” I whispered.
He stopped what he was doing and breathed, “Y/N.” He ran up to me and hugged me tightly.
My eyes watered, and I closed them, letting out a shaky laugh, “Oh my god. Peter.” I wrapped my arms around him and tried to calm down.
“Are you okay? You’re shaking,” he said, pulling back. “That was a dumb question, of course you’re not okay, but you’re fine, right? They didn’t hurt you?”
“I’m, I’m okay. I think. Physically okay, at least,” I rambled nervously. “Can you just take me home, please?”
“Yeah, yeah,” he said guiding me out of the train. We left through the end of the train where Peter crashed in, and he helped me step over the glass, holding my hand to help keep me up. “Can you walk? I don’t think you should walk, here, hold on,” he said, picking me up bridal style instead.
I gasped in surprise, not used to the feeling of being carried in such an intimate way. Again, in any other circumstance, I would enjoy this -but I was still in shock. I heard police sirens in the distance and realized that it was all going to be okay. I was safe. Those children were safe. That old lady was safe. Peter was safe.
Peter continued to carry me until we made it out of the station, and I hid my face in his chest; I focused on his heart beat and tried to calm my own breathing to match his. The whole way, Peter whispered reassuringly to me, and it helped me feel better. He told me to hang on tight, so I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on tighter. Gasping slightly, I could feel that we were no longer on the ground. I could feel the wind whip around me; it almost felt like I was on a roller coaster with a lot of sudden drops. I closed my eyes, waiting for us to land on solid ground.
When we did, Peter said softly, “You can open your eyes now.”
I slowly did so and looked around to see where we were. I was definitely not at my house, but it was a nice view. “Where are we?” I asked. It looked like were on some rooftop that overlooked Queens.
“I know you wanted me to take you home, but, I thought we should talk a little before I take you back,” he said, adjusting his grip.
“You can put me down now,” I whispered, looking at the eyes of his mask.
He cleared his throat, “Are you sure? You okay to stand?”
“I think so,” I replied.
He let me down gently, and I swayed a bit to the side, my legs almost giving way.
“Whoah, okay there Bambi, let’s just have you take a seat over here okay?” he slightly chuckled, guiding me to a spot on the floor.
“That was my first time flying first class, so I’m a bit shaky,” I tried joking.
He let out a breathy laugh, but then got quiet. “How are you holding up?”
“I’m not holding anything up,” I said, taking his question literally so that I could avoid giving a serious answer. I looked up to him and saw that he wasn’t amused, so I sighed. “I thought being pointed at with a gun was scary enough, but then,” I paused, “then he just pressed it against me and I, I couldn’t move -I couldn’t breathe. He was going to shoot me. I know he was. I was about to die if you didn-”
“Hey, hey, hey,” Peter whispered, “you weren’t going to die, I wasn’t going to let that happen.”
“But, I was!” I exclaimed, my voice rising, “I was going to die, Peter! If you didn’t answer the phone I…” I looked away, no longer able to stare at his emotionless mask. As if he noticed this, he slipped it off.
“Y/N,” he said gently.
I kept looking ahead, clenching my jaw to keep my lips from trembling.
“Y/N, look at me,” he said. When I turned to look at him his eyes were hard but determined. He continued, “I wasn’t going to let you die; I wasn’t going to let him hurt you. I’ll never let that happen if I can help it.
I know it was scary, but you’re safe now; you’re alive.
What matters is that I answered and that I made it on time.”
I nodded my head, and let out a shaky laugh that turned into a cry, finally losing my demeanor. Peter immediately reacted by side-hugging me, rubbing his hand up and down my arm. I sniffled and let a few tears fall, and Peter just held me, whispering sweet-nothings. He tucked my head under his chin and ran his fingers down my hair in a comforting manner.
After a few minutes, when I composed myself, I pulled away. “Thank you, Peter. I’ll never be able to repay you.”
“Yes you will,” he said, looking at me. I looked up at him and waited for him to continue. “Just stay alive, and out of harms way, okay?” he chuckled.
I smiled softly and said, “Okay.”
“And if not, I’ll come and save you anyway,” he said nonchalantly.
I slightly chuckled, but got quiet when I started to think.
Breaking the silence, Peter said, “You know, I heard you stand up for that lady on the train.”
“You heard that?” I asked.
“I didn’t hang up right away,” he shrugged. “By the way, I still have your phone. It’s in my backpack on the side of a dumpster though.”
I furrowed my brows in confusion. Noticing my expression he quickly added “Don’t worry, it’s not trash day today. Not making that mistake again,” mumbling the last part to himself.
I patted my pocket, and felt the outline of Peter’s phone. I pulled it out and handed it to him. “I’m sorry I saw your video, Peter. I didn’t mean to invade. I thought just one video wouldn’t hurt anyone.” I looked away ashamed.
Peter looked at his phone, and smiled, “I’m glad you saw it. If you didn’t find out, then I wouldn’t have gotten to those people on time -including you. Just, promise me you won’t tell anyone. No one else can find out and I don’t think you’re the type of person to go around-”
I cut him off, “I swear.” I smiled at him, glad he didn’t hate me. He gave me a soft smile, but then looked embarrassed at what he was going to say next.
“And if we’re going to be honest, I, uh, I looked at some of your photos,” he sheepishly admitted.
“What!” I squeaked, horrified.
Peter’s eyes widened at my outburst, “Y- you did it too!”
“No, no I didn’t! I just saw one video, I didn’t see anything else!” I defended myself.
“It was, it was just a selfie or two that I saw anyway. They were cute,” he mumbled, blushing. “And some pictures of your dog. Those were cute too.”
My ears got hot, and I could only imagine how red my face was. “Um, yeah, okay. Whatever,” I tried laughing it off. I tucked my hair behind my ear and looked away, hiding my smile.
He thinks I’m cute?
“You don’t have a weird voice by the way; I was just messing with you last night. I like your voice; it’s actually really nice,” I admitted, still not meeting his eyes.
Peter stuttered a bit and said, “Th-thanks.” Then he cleared his throat. “You have a really cute,” he paused, “smi…dog”
I looked at him and laughed, “What?”
“I,” he said, fumbling a bit, “Buddy. He’s really cute.”
“Thanks?” I replied, uncertain, giggling anyway. “Your film was really cute. I’d give it a solid three stars,” I teased, bumping his shoulder.
“Three stars?” he exclaimed, laughing back.
“The whole, ‘stealing Captain America’s shield’ was just unbelievable to me,” I joked.
Peter scoffed then chuckled, “Well, it totally happened. And it was bad-ass.”
I grinned and looked at Peter. He looked down at me and we sort of stared into each other’s eyes until he glanced down at my lips.
If I’m not wrong, I know what comes next.
His phone rang.
We both snapped out of it, and I looked away awkwardly.
“Uh, I should, I should probably take this,” he said, motioning to the phone. I merely nodded, and he stood up to go answer it and talk to whoever was on the other line.
I took a deep breath and bit my lip to keep from smiling so big.
Was he really about to kiss me? Does Peter Parker like me back?
“Aunt May was just checking in on me since she saw the train incident on the news,” he explained, walking back to me.
My eyes widened when I realized I didn’t call my dad. “Um, can I make a quick call? My dad’s gunna kill me,” I said, standing up.
Peter nodded, handing me the phone, and I quickly called my dad. I told him I missed the train and decided to come home when I heard what happened so he wouldn’t worry about me. Otherwise, he’d never let me leave the house. I’d probably be home-schooled. When I hung up, Peter had put his mask back on.
“Ready?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I smiled.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that,” I said, once Peter landed on the ground again -just a few houses down from mine.
I had my arms wrapped around his neck, basically hugging him instead of having him carry me this time. He slowly set me down, but neither of us completely let go of each other. It just looked like I was hugging Spider-Man in the middle of the street -just another typical Saturday afternoon. This was a quiet neighborhood though, so no one was around to see this.
“It sure beats traffic though,” he said.
I smiled and said, “Oh yeah, definitely.” I dropped my hands from his neck and let them sit on his chest instead.= while his rested on the small of my back. “You gotta tell me how this happened though.”
“I can explain everything to you later. I think I’m getting better at telling the story,” he chuckled.
“Who else knows?” I asked. “I figured I was the only one who uncovered your deep, dark secret.”
“Ned found out by accident first. Then my aunt May -that was also an accident.” he explained.
“I think there’s a pattern going on here,” I teased.
“Yeah, I gotta get better at hiding this,” he admitted. He finally made the first move to pull away, much to my dismay. He pulled out his phone from his belt and handed it to me. “Here.”
I just looked at it and then back to him, “What?”
“Hold onto it until I can give you your phone back,” he said, putting it in my hand, “that way I have a reason to come back to you.”
I tried to hide my smile, but horribly failed. “I can give you another reason,” I said confidently.
I reached up to pull his mask up slightly, but stopped half way. His hands met mine, and he asked, “Uh, what are you doi-”
But I cut him off by leaning up and gently pressing my lips against his. Peter was shocked at first, but then he responded. It was short, but it still felt amazing. After I pulled away, I could see that Peter was left a stumbling mess.
“Um, I, uh, that’s a really good reason to come back, like, really good,” he mumbled.
I blushed the whole time, but smiled anyway, “Yeah, I, uh, think it was really good too.” I started walking backwards, “I have to, um, go, over there.” I pointed to my house, clearing my throat.
Peter pulled down his mask and said, “And I have to go to, the um, dumpster. I need to get my stuff back.”
We both chuckled nervously and I called out, “Bye Spider-Man!”
He yelled back, “Goodbye citizen!” before swinging away.
After saying our goodbyes, we went our separate ways. Once I got to my front door, I bit my lip and smiled just reliving the moment. I walked to my room, greeting my dad in the process, and fell onto my bed. My hands went up to my lips and I sighed in content.
Taehyung is sitting outside BIGHIT ENT, on a break.
I just love nice, wonderful days where the days are nice and wonderful.
Y/N walks by. She back pedals, noticing Taehyung.
Excuse me, do I know you?
Well are you famous?
Who do you consider to be famous?
You have to actually do something other than make a sex tape and date basketball players.
I'm guessing you hate the Kardashians. Anyways, by those standards, I'm famous and I hope you are too.
Oh now I know where I've seen you! You're Jungkook from BTS!!
...That's exactly who I am, yes.
Wow! This is so cool.
Am I your favorite member?
Yeah you are.
Really? Cuz you know who is sooo much better than me? V.
Really? That guy with the weird creepy deep voice in that one song?
It's not weirdly deep, it purposeful and an artistic choice for the song!
Ok... But I heard that he has a rectangular smile. How can I like someone who would show me a box every time I made him laugh
That is so far from the truth?! Where are you getting your information from?!
I have got to make a Tumblr. Anyways, V is really cool. He has a sexy deep voice, an entrancing smile that in no way resembles a quadrilateral and he would very much like to take you out on a date to replace all this fake news with alternative facts.
... Wait, you want V to take me out on a date and convince me to like him?
No, I want to take you out on a date because I like you already and my name is Taehyung.
..... OH! Okay, but first, is it true you have 4D?
That's it! I need to see this blog RIGHT NOW!
In honor of Dan turning 30, here’s some reasons why he’s problematic
• Every pic he posts kills me
• Plays song live then changes lyrics
• Asks interviewers questions
• Can’t dance for shit
• May Dan™
• Won’t give a straightforward answer about Wild World
• Once stepped on broken glass during a show and kept going • “Tell us a lie about the band:” “That we are good” • Eyes too pretty for this world
• Is actually a deer
• Wrote a song about a tv show he loves
• Always looks great no matter what
• Makes mixtapes
• Throws his head forward when he laughs
• Has the voice of a god
• Looks cool but is actually a massive nerd
• Wears black clothes and skinny jeans no matter the weather
• Has a new favorite album each week
• Doesn’t talk about his music, but won’t shut about other people’s
• Points at random shit in photos • Goes from cute to hot in .5 seconds • Falls asleep in the recording studio • Once wore a tiger onesie at glastonbury • Accidentally looked like Mr.Bean in a suit • “everybody get down!…. not in a kinky way” • “If you don’t know the words just pretend to sing along like:*incoherent mumbling*” • Too humble for this world • Defensive of his fans
ok let me just take a deep breath….. alright here we go
the first time i saw phil in 2011 my thoughts were something along the lines of “he has such a unique look, he’s so cool, i love his voice.”
you’d think i’d remember my first phil video, but alas, my memory fails me. all i can remember is a flash of dark hair, icy eyes, and a feeling of wonder.
i started as a casual fan like most of us do, but with each video i got more and more invested in his content and i wanted to keep up with whatever he was doing. i wasn’t even sure why i had such an intense infatuation with him, he just.. made me feel. good.
fast forward a couple of years, phil became my safe space. the warm atmosphere that surrounds him always helped to relax me. his kind nature was sweet and refreshing, his intelligence motivated me, his creativity inspired me, his sense of humor lifted my mood, his laugh made my heart soar, virtually everything about him made me feel lighter.
and now here i am. owner of a phan blog, completely invested in phil and his endeavors. he continues to put me at ease when i need a reason to calm down and i continue to love him with every fiber of my being. i am forever grateful for him.
“Writing a note to record yesterday’s Kuala Lumpur concert. First of all the venue, it really wasn’t that great, really small, all the areas were very crowded. But let’s talk about what I was able to see, I’ll start with my three biases. Wen Junhui, he’s really too great of a person, whether it’s personality or appearance. I raised up my Jun sign during the encore stage, so he waved in my direction, I was able to film this moment even though it’s very blurry 😂😂😂 While he was leaving the stage after performing ‘My I’ I yelled out his name loudly, and he turned his head back. Since I’m a Wen Junhui stan I always focus on him unknowingly, his dancing is seriously good, his actions are precise with great body position, so it’s very pleasing to the eye, and also Lil’ Wen’s voice is so cute. He also has a lot of little interactions with the members, him and Kim Mingyu hurting each other, locking eyes with Yoon Jeonghan and smiling at each other, fooling around with Lil’ 8, they really have a good relationship. And during the ending ment Lil’ Wen was quite bored, he kept fumbling with the holes in his pants, and rubbing his ring. But he still listened seriously to the members’ ments, he gave reactions. Next is Boo Seungkwan, his expressions were cute throughout the whole thing, his dancing was also cute, a lot of people were screaming for Tiantian [T/N: Seungkwan’s nickname among C-fans, it means ‘sweet’], you could tell he was really happy, Tiantian’s expressions were very rich hahaha. Even though he didn’t look at me, he was in front of me plenty of times, I watched him intricately. Both cute and cool, about his singing he has a very full voice, his live ability is great. Mr. Lee [T/N: literally ‘Teacher Lee’, a nickname for Woozi by C-fans] was a bit taller than I imagined hahaha (not dissing him), I am supposed to be the same height as Mr. Lee, but his proportions are good, anyway he just looked taller than me, Jihoonie’s dancing is really amazing, his actions are clean and straightforward. His singing is also good beyond my imagination, a nasally sweet voice, full of texture. I also wore Mr. Lee’s head accessory, although he didn’t look at me, but I’m still going to fangirl over him. Aside from my biases Mingyu and Jeonghan had me shook. Jeonghan was very close to me many times, walking past me, sitting in front of me, making eye contact with me, it was very heart throbbing, he looked too good, so good no words can describe it. I filmed a couple of videos of Mingyu, super long legs that fills up the whole screen, every movement felt very heart fluttering, and Mingyu’s temper is really very good. A fan threw something on stage, it hit Mingyu, at first even I was shocked, but Mingyu just smiled at the fan gently, the type of smile that says ‘Of course I choose to forgive you’, it was really very gentle, he really spoils the fans. Xu Minghao was also very good-looking, he seemed to be very interested in my Wen Junhui light-up poster, he kept glancing at it, the choreography for My I is too good. Lil’ 8 is still a water-spraying monster [T/N: I’m not sure if this was referring to his sweat or if he was really spraying water lol], squarely splashing onto my face, but of course I choose to forgive him
😃😃😃 During the ending ment Lil’ 8 spoke Mandarin, I felt happy listening to it, he even reminded us that it’s raining outside, we need to be careful while going home. I seriously studied Lil’ Choi’s face, it’s just as refined as it seems on screen. Dino was just very cute, his smile was also very sweet. And then I don’t really remember the others!!! Also Lee Seokmin is super good-looking, when he turned to wink at us my heart throbbed… Working hard at remembering these things, let’s meet again next year! SVT as a whole gives off a good vibe, there’s really nothing to pick at regarding their dance, and the members exchange looks, actions, and interactions a lot, a strong group bond, I have to compliment it.”
Does it ever freak anyone else out that Seungjun is the main rapper of KNK? Like… an adorable man-child who has this super low voice and he suddenly turns charismatic and cool, then goes back to being a puppy. How does he do it???
anon asked: vixx taking care of you when you’re sick please?
N – Hakyeon takes very good care of those he loves. He may grumble teasingly about it, but he doesn’t have it in him to watch someone he loves be miserable and not do something. So he’d look after you in a very smart and efficient way. He’d wear a mask and if you mentioned wanting a kiss he’d give you ‘the look’ because really, you should know better. No smooches until you are fever and phlegm free. In the meantime he’s going to make sure you have everything you need. But if you don’t follow his instructions you’ll get an earful about him using his precious free time to look after a non-compliant patient.
Leo – I imagine him to be rather doting on his partner, especially if they’re sick. He wouldn’t be careless enough to potentially get himself infected because he has to protect his voice. But there would be cool wash rags on your forehead, healing soup made from scratch, and massages for your sore muscles. He’d feel frustrated because he couldn’t do more and hates to see you suffering. If your symptoms persisted without improvement he’d very sternly insist you go to the doctor. Usually he’s weak against saying no to anything you ask for, but he’d put his foot down when it came to your health.
Ken – Would try to cure you with aegyo and depending on how sick you were you may want to punch him. If it’s just the sniffles he’s going to make sure you have the covers tucked up to your chin and some cute plushy next to you, which would be sweet. He’d talk in a sing song voice and, heaven help you, may even make airplane noises when giving you meds. If you were really sick though, the kind where every muscle ached, he’d drop the aegyo pretty quickly and actually be helpful. In between running around for you he’d keep you company, trying to distract you from how crappy you were feeling until you fell asleep.
Ravi – He’d be worried but utterly clueless what to do for you. Expect multiple bags of medicine from the drug store because he’d have no idea what you need. He’d also be one to push for you going to the doctor, in fact he’d do so as soon as you got sick. Wonsik knows full well he doesn’t have a clue about illnesses so he’d want to get you to someone who did. If you refused though he wouldn’t push any further and leave it up to your discretion. For the most part he’d hand over the meds and some water then hide in his studio instructing you to text if you needed anything. He’d be so relieved when you felt better cause he doesn’t handle those things well.
Hongbin – Does have a nurturing side so he would look after you quite well. Bean would bring you anything you needed, and help you get around if you were weak. However the tense set of his shoulders combined with plastic gloves and face mask would clue you in that he wasn’t thrilled about it. With his job he can’t afford to get sick nor does he really want to. And certainly, allowing himself to get a viral infection does not prove how much he loves you, he’s too pragmatic for that. Regardless, he does want you to get well quickly. He’d even warn you to hold your breath before he sprayed the disinfectant.
Hyuk – Despite not listening to his hyungs as often as they’d like, he has a considerate personality. If he was available he’d be a pretty reliable nursemaid. Hyuk has good sense so he wouldn’t be at too much of a loss how to care for you. Anything he didn’t know he’d look up online but quickly get off before the medical websites convinced him you were dying. So he’d look after you well, but he’s not going to sit by your sick bed. You need rest and he’d be bored as hell. Expect to be calling him away from a video game when you need something. He wouldn’t mind though, that’s what he’s there for.
Yukio’s character song was predicting his futureeeee .____.
I mean, the end of the chorus:
I will not lose my cool. Until the very day. I am destined to meet my death.”
Okay he didn’t actually die, but he totally lost his cool alright. @_@
Also, fukujun has a great singing voice. Kyaaa <3 <3 <3 So glad they brought him back for S2.
English lyrics from YT description:
Born into this busy life. I held your hand tightly. Please don’t run away from this reality. (until it was lit by the blue light, until it was lit by the blue light then). Until feelings that’s common. and rejection that’s normal. Reflect upon my eyes. Still upright I stood. The future seemed gloomy sometimes, with a tinge of bitterness. But that’s not all in it, that’s why I’d vow to protect. Even if my last hope weakly shatters. The possibility of it realizing will definitely exist. Searching for a kind of self-perfection. But things don’t always go the way I wanted. If I’m unwilling to pay the price to betray what I’ve sacrificed. Not only saying these words, I’d have to put them into action too. I poured in all my passion. When there’s something lost, we’ll always get something in return. And in the end time will give me an answer, even those things I wish to throw away. (The shadows of me that I really hate). It will become as clear as the rainbow after rain. As crystalline as the moonlight that lights up the night. With an unwavering belief, no matter how many years that pass. I can press forward even when confused. (remain patient and self-reflective). The intense feelings that can no longer be hidden. They make my expression stiffen. All the god-given talents I have are useless. (No matter how much I struggle I cannot heal the past). Even when facing my fate that cannot be defied. I will not lose my cool. Until the very day. That I’m destined to meet my death. (Step by step) (Step by step) Born into this busy life. I held your hand tightly. Please don’t run away from this reality. (until it was lit by the blue light, until it was lit by the blue light then). Until feelings that’s common. Until feelings that’s common. And rejection that’s normal. Reflect upon my eyes. Still upright I stood. The intense feelings that can no longer be hidden. They make my expression stiffen. All the god-given talents I have are useless. (no matter how much I struggle I cannot heal the past). Even when facing my fate that cannot be defied. I will not lose my cool. Until the very day. I am destined to meet my death.
Eh, while you’re at it, here, you can listen to Rin too, lol. He’s so gung-ho, hahaha. English translations don’t make sense though, warning.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the songs nor the YT videos nor the translations.
About 90% of Clarke doesn’t believe in anything even a little bit supernatural. She doesn’t think there’s an afterlife, magic isn’t real, fortune tellers are bullshit, astrology could be done just as well by a well-programmed robot, there’s a scientific explanation for yeti and Bigfoot sightings, mummies are embalmed dead people who will never rise again, and ghosts and zombies are as much of a fiction as trolls and elves. Aliens probably exist, admittedly, but somewhere in the vastness of the universe, not here, abducting people for weird experiments. They’re just around, on some distant planet, doing their own thing, leading their own lives, not caring about humanity.
But there is that last ten percent of her, and that’s the part that’s freaked out by Dear David.
Obviously, she doesn’t think it’s real. These are all things you can fake. It’s on Twitter, and Twitter is full of fake things, including videos and images. Everything has a perfectly logical explanation, especially if the guy is using Twitter for longform storytelling, which he must be, because if this was real, surely he would have done something more.
But at the same time, what would she do, in his place? Moving out of her apartment because she thought it was haunted would be giving a lot of power to a supernatural phenomenon, one she doesn’t even believe in to begin with. And she thinks the Dead David guy is living in New York, with two cats. Clarke hasn’t rented a lot of property, but she had to sublet in DC for an internship last summer, and she remembers seeing NO PETS on most of her potential rentals. If she was him, she might not move.
So in a horror movie, she would probably be the white lady everyone yelled at for being stupid. But it makes sense to her. How hard would it be to actually make major life decisions based on a dream and some weird noises? Her mother would never let her hear the end of it.
Luna puts an almost immediate moratorium on Clarke reading Dear David updates in their room, less because she about sixty percent believes in the supernatural and more because, in her words, listening to Clarke rationalize how she would deal with a haunting is exhausting, and she doesn’t want to deal with it.
It’s a fair criticism that Clarke can’t argue with, so she starts checking the updates at the library, as a study break.
Tarantino made his bones fetishizing gangstery murder, torture, extortion — surrounding suffering with cheeky dialogue, burning with revenge, taking old genres and bending them into his own. He made killing seem stylish and cool. And he has a voice in the gratuity; brutality stokes his fire, blood is baked into his brimstone. Great vengeance and furious anger — it’s all there. He’s the best at it.
But his violence is fantasy violence. That allows for a level of human debasing that titillates, makes us feel something. Cross that over into true crime — nay, one of the most harrowing true-life tales of human debasing ever inscribed to history — and something feels deeply wrong. The motivations are not evil, but they are misguided. This whole thing makes me feel something, all right — sick to my stomach.
Josh Dickey, Mashable, regarding the news of Tarantino working on a movie about the Manson Murders.
- Leafy sucks
- Luna sucks
- Shorbie looks like an actual fucking murderer and he’s scary
- LtCorbis sucks
- NFKRZ…isnt that bad but he’s also in pyro’s videos and vice versa so you’re basically getting him anyways
- His girlfriend is cool and draws like a god
- He has an amazing voice
- idk he is underapprecitated and he’s amazing mmkay bye
He’s a new wonderchild of Estonian hip-hop and after seeing him perform at our national music awards on TV, my friends and I decided to go see him at our local hipsterclub here in Tartu, which sometimes hosts cool gigs. We figured that the night could turn out in two ways: 1) he is cool and everything is great, 2) he is so odd, that it’s funny and everything is still great. Both ways, it would be 3 euros well spent. (Yes, 3 euros for a gig.)
We were all getting wound up on a few ciders/beers and the indietronic beats in the room that when Tommy took the stage, it was already a party. Hot and a bit sweaty, everybody getting into a “gangster for a day” vibe.
I put all of my crowdpushing skills to work and ended up right in the middle, surrounded by people seemingly crazy about that odd-looking rapper on stage. The last time I went to Genklubi for a gig, it was Mimicry, and then the crowd was slightly exited. This time it was like somebody was throwing cash from the stage (yes, pun deifnitely intended) to the hungry-looking people below. Everybody was so eager for.. something. And he was giving it to them.
There’s something about him, which I can’t really put my finger on. It’s like everything about him is so weird, that it’s ultimately cool. He has the voice of a bad russian wannabe viral video star. He looks like he’s been shopping at the ugliest underground thrift stores with his Grimes-fringed girlfriend for as long as he can remember. He speaks English, despite being Estonian. It has so much potential to be awkward, but he makes it cool. Everything is so wrong, it’s right.
Come on, I like his music and it is WAY out of my comfort-playlist-zone. I’ve been listening to his songs on repeat the whole day and I don’t know what’s gone into me. I’ve never been (and hopefully never will be) the “bitches-money-yoloswag” kind of girl, but damn, he’s so cool!
There are a lot of cool characters across four Fallout games, but my absolute favourite has to be…
Raul Alfonso Tejada, aka Old Miguel, former gunslinger, sole survivor of Hidalgo Ranch, and ghost of Mexico City
My reasons? Great story, tragic as hell, but the fact that he never gave up completely tells a lot, cool personal quest, fascinating personality, sense of humour that uses layers upon layers of sarcasm, contrary to popular belief not only to offend courier 24/7, but also as a defence mechanism, actually his relation with courier is pretty great, especially if you play as older character. All that packed with fabulous voice acting (I mean come on, he has Danny Trejo’s voice! how cool is that??) as an over 200 years old Mexican ghoul/gunslingin vaquero/talented repairman.
Seriously, people who don’t like Raul are missing out.