Pissed Because He Doesn't Have His Own Funko Pop.

Pissed because he doesn't have his own Funko Pop.

What a wonderful day to love and appreciate Ned Leeds✌✨

Michelle Jones and 9 for the art meme thing?

Michelle Jones, three different expressions art request

Feel free to request something ⬆

Three Things

Imagine: You and Gamora watching the stars late at night while listening to Peter's music together

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After it being the third time you heard a bang, you finally decided to get up and confront whoever was making noise this late at night. You walked into the base of Milano and were shocked to see Gamora already beat you to it. 

“You were woken up by that noise too?” You sleepily slurred your words. Gamora looked up at you quickly, startled at your entrance the same way you were when you noticed her. “Oh, did I wake you?” That’s when you realized it wasn’t one of the boys being annoying, it was her. Wondering why she was up this late -or maybe she woke up early, you weren’t quite sure- you sat down next to her and watched as she fiddled with the blade in her hands.

“Well, yeah… But it’s alright,” The glow of the stars and other fancy lights from outside made the features of her face shine in a way that made you feel warm. “Why are you up at this time?” You whispered softly, trying not to bother her or wake anyone else up. 

Gamora looked around the room, anywhere but your eyes, really… You weren’t sure if it was to dodge confrontation or if she simply didn’t hear you. To avoid yourself from embarrassment, you didn’t repeat yourself incase she did hear and it was the former option in your head. 

It was a silence of small breaths and beating hearts before Gamora decided to speak up. “A lot has happened,” You looked at her, “How so?” Gamora pondered for a moment.

“My father kills me in order to kill half of the universe, I come back from 2014 to learn that my sister isn’t as evil as I thought she was… And I’m apparently dating this guy named Peter,” You went silent, she had a fair point. Everything has been screwed up for the past five years. Peter was dusted away with Drax, Mantis and Groot, so you were stuck with Nebula and Rocket for the time being. You got to know Pepper Potts and Tony Stark, learned how much Earth-616 has changed over the years you’ve been exploring the universe. 

“And that’s not even the end of it,” She finished, pulling you out of your thoughts. “I guess you’re right, but you don’t have to go back to the way the other Gamora was living. Or you can, but we understand that you just jumped eight-nine years into the future and we’re all kinda shaken at the moment,” Gamora nodded softly, it was obvious she listened to what you were saying, it just took her a while to process it. That’s when you got an idea.

Standing up, you tiptoed your way through to the pilot seats of the ship and grabbed the walkman and headset from Peter’s chair and came back to sit with a confused Gamora. You handed her the headphones and charaded for her to put them on her head. You searched the walkman for the play button, also confused. After five years on Earth with Tony’s advanced technology, you needed to relearn how to use something you grew up with. 

Finally, your memory refreshed and the music made its way to Gamora’s ears. You looked up as at the green girl the cassette tape chittered. She softly smiled at you, this was your kinda battle music. 

It was nice, the quiet of Gamora’s breath and the faint music you heard coming from the cheap Headset, the stars that lit up the atmosphere of the ship along with Gamora’s beauty. And that’s when something hit you for the third time tonight, you were falling for your friend’s ex. The daughter of Thanos herself, the girl who time travelled her way into the future to help murder half the universe then changed her mind. Your best friend’s sister. 

God, you were even more screwed now.

Spideychelle Valentines day WIP #2

This one's really short

"HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!" Peter ran up to Michelle on the sidewalk. She was currently walking to school, today had been an occasion of shitty events... It was only 7:20.

First, she wakes up late to an empty house, no clean T-shirts and no butter left. Because she woke up late, she was then late for the bus which was supposed to take her to the drug store to get Peter something. But now, Mj had no time and had to get to school.

I guess the Spiderman drawing she made him would have to do justice till she got to the store.

So, with the painfully uneventful day, that one little hug from behind lit up her path and she was so glad.

Peter kissed her cheek hesitantly. It was their first valentines day after dating for a couple of months, he didn't want to make her uncomfortable.

Soon they were walking on the same path. "Happy Valentine's day," Michelle took his hand in hers gently, her thumb running over his knuckles impulsively. That always gave him little butterflies.

"I got you something," he smiled at her as they walked. Gosh, Peter's such a sap it sweetly sickened her. "I got you something too... Well, made something, really," Michelle was scared he'd like something that he could use... Or, I guess, eat...

"You made me something?" Peter jumped up in excitement, definitely not the reaction Michelle was expecting but it made all her worries about the gift go away.

"Uh- yeah, it's just a drawing," She shrugged, not thinking it was that big of a deal. "It's of you, well, as spiderman but your mask is off," Peter gripped her hand tighter. "Why is my mask off?" His soft voice soft arrows through Mj's heart. "I like your face better," She just smiled awkwardly at him.

Neither of them have been with someone for Valentine's day, so, it was cute watching Peter blush at her sudden comments.

"I was going to get you something else, but I missed the bus this morning..." They inched closer together instinctively. "I think it's better when you make me something," Peter looked down, attempting to hide his bright cheeks. Michelle simply hummed, acknowledging that what she did was a good idea but not trying to make the celebration of making Peter happy in her head come out.

It was only 7:40, but this had definitely been the best day with him yet.

No trespassing or Wanda will kick you half way across New Jersey

Spideychelle WIP

Peter wiped his bleeding nose, the blood dripping past his lips down his chin and onto the broken ground. Looking up, he mentally winced at the blade tip pointing in his detection. 

He tried backing up, but his fragile legs couldn't handle holding the rest of his aching body. 

It was cold. Everything was being enclosed in black spots. It felt as if he was underwater.

"NO!" Happy held back tears as well as a struggling Michelle. "No! No, no, no, NO!" Harold grasped Mj by the waist and attempted to pull her back. Failing, Michelle and her sobs ran up towards Peter, the entity that previously stabbed him disappearing.

Michelle threw herself onto Peter, cradling his cold, bloodied face. 

"Please, please, please, no… Peter? Peter, please… c'mon," She sniffed, watching her tears hit his face. 

Watching her tears diluting his blood. 

She refused to let go. She wasn't losing Peter too. She wasn't losing anyone. She couldn't.

It was unfair. Peter was a sixteen year old, he's been through everything. He hasn't even gotten to live out his teenage years.