mystery number

Savior

She found herself in an abandoned warehouse just a few blocks from the run down apartment her father had rented until he gathered the insurance money from their original apartment that had burned down days before. [Y/N] sat with her feet dangling over edge of the catwalk, her body facing the industrial sized window that overlooked the dirty and deserted streets of the city. 

Looking down, she pulled out the pill bottle from her hoodie pocket. Running her fingers over the label, she fought back the tears. Closing her hand over the prescription bottle, she looked out the window and mustered up the courage to uncap the poison in her hand. 

Just as she was about to swallow all the pills, she jumped at the sound of glass shattering below her. She cursed as the oxycodone fell from her fingers and onto the warehouse ground. Standing up, [Y/N] peered over the catwalk and noticed a figure struggling to stand. Her eyes strained to adjust to the dark. Gasping when she caught sight of the famous red and blue, she scrambled off the catwalk and down the stairs to the first floor. 

“Oh my god.” She panted as she made it to the figure. Slowing her steps, she assessed the situation. It was definitely Spiderman, that she knew. What she didn’t know was why he was covered in enough blood to fill up a bathtub. Shrieking when he collapsed onto the ground, she ran to him. 

Kneeling on the hard ground, she propped him up on her knees. She looked down at her hands that were now covered in sticky, wet blood. “Oh god.” [Y/N] shuddered, she hated blood. Clearing her throat, she gently tapped his masked face, “Hey? You with me?” She scanned over the rest of him, her eyes widening at the ripped suit and exposed torso. Her heart rate increased, he wasn’t just covered in blood, it was his own blood. 

“Holy shit. Hey, hey, hey!” [Y/N] shook him slightly, “We need to get you to a hospital!” She pawed at him, struggling to find a cellphone. Finally finding one, she cursed loudly as it slipped from her hands “I need you to stay with me!” Trying to unlock the phone with her blood soaked fingers, she screamed when he grabbed her forearm. Leaning down, her brows knitted together at the muffled sounds coming from where his mouth was located. “What? I can’t, I don’t know, I can’t understand you.” He continued to mumble with her still unable to understand him. 

Taking in a deep shaky breath, she set down the phone away from the spreading blood puddle. “I can’t understand you with your mask on,” [Y/N] said gently. Biting her lip, she reached for the bottom of his mask. “I have to take your mask off, okay?” Not waiting for him to answer, she gently and slowly revealed the face that laid underneath. [Y/N] gasped softly when she finally removed the cover, her heart sped up even more. How was this possible? 

“Peter?!” [Y/N] cried out. Spiderman was a kid, a teenager? More importantly her lab partner in Chemistry. So many questions rolled through her brain but was quickly cut short when she remembered that she needed to call 911. 

Peter’s eyes fluttered, his mouth moving but very little sounds coming out. “Call Tony, not 911, please.” He croaked out. 

“What? Tony?!” She yelped, who the hell was Tony? “But, you need help!”

“Call……Tony……please.”

[Y/N] started to shake, she could feel his body temperature start to drop. Struggling to find this mysterious Tony number, “Come on, come on. Yes! Okay, come on, please pick up….pick up, come on.”

“Listen, Parker. You better have a damn good reason-”

“-Oh my gosh! Thank god, um, Peter told me to call you. I don’t know why, I should be calling 911. He’s bleeding out….there’s a lot of blood. I don’t know what to do. We need help! Why am I calling you instead of 911, oh my god, I’m so stupid. He’s probably going to die because of this phone call. Oh my god.” 


[Y/N] leaned her head against the frame of the window that showed Peter sleeping soundly in his hospital room. Her hands and arms were free from his blood but the reminder of almost seeing him die in her arms were still soaked into her clothes. 

“Here you go, kid.” 

Standing up straight, she looked up to see Tony hand her a fresh set of clothes. Placing a hand on her shoulder, he gave her a pressed smile. “You can get changed over here.” Patting her back, he calmly spoke. “He’ll be here when you get back, I promise. Come on.” 

Reluctantly following Tony, she thanked him and closed the curtain to change. Wincing as she peeled off her clothes, she looked around to find a spot to place them.

“There’s a little washing station off to her left there.” 

Following his direction, she sighed in content to know that she could wash the rest of the blood off. “Um, thank you.” 

“Yeah, no problem.” Tony twirled around, his hands clasped behind his back. “So uh, Peter’s never mentioned you before. Are you two friends?” 

Running a wet towel over her torso, she shook her head even though she knew he couldn’t see her. “No, not really.” Running it over her legs, she sighed again. “We’re just lab partners.”  

“Oh.”

Quickly changing into the fresh clothes, she slid the curtain open. 

“Much better?” He smiled as she nodded.

Guiding them back to Peter’s room, he slowed his steps as he got to the window. It was a close call and Tony was so unbelievably thankful that he made it. 

“He saved me once,” [Y/N] said softly. 

“Hm?” Tony asked, distracted from his thoughts. 

She motioned towards Peter, “He saved me, about two weeks ago.” Hugging herself, she bit her lip. “My apartment building caught on fire and I was stupid enough to go back up the six flights to get something and just as I was about to go back down, the stairs collapsed on me.” [Y/N] met Tony’s eyes, “I never got a chance to thank him and for the past week and a half, I’ve been sitting next to him.” 

“I’m sure he knew,” Tony reassured. Following her gaze to Peter, he frowned, “What were you doing at that warehouse anyway? Seems a bit morbid to be a teen hangout spot.” 

[Y/N] inhaled slowly, “I lost my mom during the battle of New York. We were on our way to see a movie when everything hit the fan. Our taxi got flipped over on its side and the doors were jammed. So, my dad kicked the window out and threw me. I broke a few ribs and my arm but I didn’t feel it at the time because all I could focus on was the fact that there were aliens swarming the city. My mom had suffered a concussion from the wreck and was fading in and out of consciousness so my dad climbed out first to get better leverage. He was a little shaky from it all too so he lost his footing and fell to the ground. I just remember standing there in shock and in panic from it all that I almost didn’t notice the gas leaking from the other cars. I screamed for my dad to hurry but the taxi blew up before he could even stand up to try.” 

Tony stood in silence, his heart breaking. He felt responsible for everything that had happened in New York. And it hurt even more to be standing in front of someone who had lost so much during it all. 

“You asked why I was in the warehouse and the reason was that ever since that day, my dad was never the same. And to a degree, I changed too but he just became so cold. Every time he looked at me, I could see disgust in his eyes. I reminded him so much of the woman he failed to save that he couldn’t even bare to look at me. Abuse isn’t just physical, Mr. Stark. It’s verbal too and every day since then, that was what I had to deal with. Him degrading me as a person, making me see myself in a way that my mother would never let me see myself as. I went to that warehouse tonight to be reunited with my mother. To be reunited with the one person who would have loved me no matter what.” 

Tony inhaled sharply. Nodding, he placed a warm and firm hand on her shoulder. “I tend to be hypocritical at times and this is one of those moments when I say I believe in fate which I normally don’t. But, had you not gone to that warehouse, Peter would be dead. Instead of ending a life, you saved one.” 


Peter’s eyes fluttered open, groaning from the pain, he went to raise his hand to his head but immediately regretted his movement. It felt like he had been hit with a train ten times over. Blinking, his eyes adjusted to the girl sitting in an arm chair with a Chemistry book in her lap. 

“[Y/N]?! What are, what are you doing here?” Panic started to settle into his bones. 

She looked up from her textbook, untucking her legs from underneath her, she set the book down. “You were involved in a serious car accident-”

“-wha?” Peter tried to recall this accident but all he remembered was being seconds from being ripped apart. 

“Peter! You’re awake!” 

“Aunt May?” Peter exclaimed, completely dumbfounded at what was going on. “I don’t understand.” 

Aunt May started to sob, “Oh my god, I’m so glad you’re okay! I was so worried about you.” 

[Y/N] stood up, grabbing her backpack, she smiled. “It’s okay if you don’t remember the car accident, Peter.” Walking over towards him, she gently patted his hand. “You were walking me back to my apartment after our study session when you pushed me out of the way of a speeding car. I can’t thank you enough for saving my life. Hopefully one day I can return the favor.” Just as Aunt May wasn’t looking, she winked and motioned a phone signal with her hand and mouthed call Tony. Turning towards Aunt May, she smiled, “If it’s okay, I’ll leave Peter’s schoolwork with you.” 

Aunt May nodded, tears soaking her eyes. “Of course!” 

Handing it off, she looked at Peter. “I’m glad you’re okay. I’ll see you around.” 

Peter still dumbfounded, nodded. “Yeah. uh, see you around.” 

Once she left the room, Aunt May wiped away some tears. “I know you’re in pain and everything but she’s cute!” 

anonymous asked:

can you recommend any other podcasts

Do you mean history podcasts?

Backstory was a really great history podcast! I don’t listen to it much after they changed their format in February but they’ve got a solid back catalog. They did really great ones on advertising, marriage, drugs, the history of the middle class, eating, censorship, police, timekeeping, women in the workplace, civil rights, holidays, fashion and even garbage. There were three professors who’d each tackle a time period and give his time period’s perspective on the topic. Now it’s more “timely” topics (like, Trump) and they’re shorter, like half the time, and one of the hosts is gone. 

History Extra by the BBC is another good one, they’re about an hour long and usually feature two different “stories”. I really liked The Russian Revolution and Myths of Ancient Egypt, The 20s: Roaring or Tame, The End of the First World War and The Duke of Wellington, Two King Edwards, Student Life and Working Class Culture, Regency Scandal and the History of Canals and a lot of others.

Thinking Sideways does weird and unexplained mysteries and a good number of them pretty old, like the Hall-Mills murders, Did Elizabeth 1 Have a Child, “Who Finked on the Franks” (Anne Frank and family).

Witness (another BBC podcast) is very short, like ten minutes, but they usually include interviews with first hand accounts which is always interesting, and there’s over a thousand of them: they recently did Charlie Chaplin Returns to America from Exile. They’ve cover everything: Houdini, Picasso, anthrax, Star Treck, the Kray gang, Studio Ghibli, JD Salinger, the death of Bruce Lee, Ernest Hemingway in Cuba, Hitler’s nuclear program, McCarthyism, Charles Darwin’s funeral…

Stuff You Should Know has almost a thousand episodes and sometimes they do historical stuff, they recently did one on corsets that was interesting! The Jack the Ripper one from 2009 was good.

Other podcasts I listen to regularly: 

My Brother My Brother and Me
Uhh Yeah Dude
Radiolab
Roderick on the Line
This American Life
All Killa No Filla
Snap Judgement 

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1,000 Points From Gryffindor
By Organization for Transformative Works

12 Chapters | R | 25.100

Humour | Drama | Romance | Mystery | Eighth Year

The story of how Harry Potter single-handedly lost Gryffindor the House Cup while attempting to have a “normal” year at Hogwarts. Featuring Harry’s suspicious nature turned up to eleven again, a new DADA teacher who is so not here for Harry’s fame, multiple detentions, Slytherins being sneaky, Hufflepuffs being sneakier, and the mystery of Draco Malfoy’s hoodie.

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Apparently I accidentally deleted this rec or something, so here you have it again because this is hilarious. 

Well-written, lovely characterizations, I loved the new DADA teacher who is just so done with these two. Harry’s theories about Draco’s sweater are ridiculous. Also you don’t wanna miss out on drunk!Harry! Please read, you’ll love it!

busy. little. bee.

INFJ: (quietly, hunched over a clipboard with mysterious lists and numbers) What the…Oh, okay. (keeps tallying mysterious figures)

INFJ: (walking around grocery store, stops to stare at ceiling) But then, what if…Oh, I see. (walks on)

INFJ: (shooting off email after email to unknown online friends) Okay, that’s taken care of…Wait! (keeps typing)

~Meanwhile~

INTP:  

  • Dark Matter: Are you a real villain?
  • Nuzleaf: Well, uh, technically... nah.
  • Dark Matter: Have you ever caught a good guy? Like a... real superhero?
  • Nuzleaf: Nah.
  • Yveltal: *Shakes head*
  • Dark Matter: Have you ever tried a disguise?
  • Yveltal: *Shakes head faster*
  • Nuzleaf: Naaaah, nah....
  • Dark Matter: ...Alright! I can see that I will have to teach you how to be villains!

okay bbbbbut: why did it take so long for bismuth to be unbubbled the FIRST time?!

steven enters lion’s mane in lion 3 straight to video, which is s1e35. there is a very deliberate panning shot of him looking at the stuff around the tree, including bismuth in her bubble. in rose’s scabbard, s1e45, the other crystal gems find out about lion’s pocket dimension AND the fact that rose has left things in there for steven.

steven has been shown at this point to be very curious about and patient with the corrupted gems, as shown by his befriending of centipeetle and lapis, both of whom the cgs insisted were “dangerous” but who turned out to just be friendly people who were really, really hurting. bismuth’s bubble wasn’t exactly hidden, steven made many trips into the mane, he WOULD have spotted her eventually.

so. why didn’t one of the following happen?

  1. either steven gets curious about bismuth and asks one of the cgs why rose might have put this particular gem into lion’s mane without telling anyone (or even unbubbles her himself out of curiosity)…
  2. …or a cg - most likely amethyst or pearl - asks steven what rose left for him in lion’s mane, leading to the above when steven remembers the bubbled gem.

“but the gems wouldn’t have let steven unbubble bismuth!! she could be dangerous!” okay number one, garnet and pearl WOULD have recognised her gem, no question. number two, steven does not listen to his guardians all that often, especially when it comes to mysterious gem things. number three, garnet could just use her future sight to see how it turns out and promptly freak out because WHAT THE FUCK WHY IS BISMUTH IN A BUBBLE WHEN SHE’S NOT EVEN CORRUPTED?!

obviously this couldn’t happen in s1 - by the time the cgs know about lion’s mane, the “homeworld trio” are heading straight for earth and there isn’t the time in the narrative to deal with bismuth in her bubble. but it could fit into s2 pretty early on. this kicks off the “can we trust rose?” arc really early, which i can only see as a positive. steven gets more info about the war, and we also have the potential (if bismuth remains unbubbled) of interactions between bismuth and peridot in the middle of the peridemption arc.

because really. the fans have known about bismuth since s1e35. why did it take steven that long to unbubble her?!