Superfamily - School problems
Peter was sitting in the corridor of his elementary school. His feet were dangling from the chair as he was waiting for his father to come out of the director's office. He was startled. A big purple bruise was around his eye. He just started elementary school a few weeks ago and already got into a fight. What was worse, he hurt the other kid. Unintentionally of course, they were arguing and when the other kid hit him, Peter just pushed him away and the kid fell, bumping his head on some cabinets, severing his lip. The kid was crying, teachers were screaming at Peter and he just stood there frightened, not knowing what will happen next. He was supposed to wait in the corridor until one of his fathers comes. He thought that Steve will come, but it was Tony. He just eyed his son, looking carefully at Peter's bruise and snarled at him to wait, and rushed into the director's office. So, he waited.
Tony was sitting in front of the director. Usually it was Steve who was taking care of school
Barren Warren- Ch 10Kinda short, but I’m crunched on time. What can I say, Calculus takes effort and time and it’s at constant war with Medical Terminology.
Anyways, me no own, please enjoy, and I make no money off this.
When they arrived at the Santoff Clausen, the yetis were already on standby to take Pitchiner to the medical wing without more than a few ordering grunts and fast paced hand motions. Jack wanted to follow him, but Tooth pulled him away from the chaos that surrounded the former general.
“Jack!” Tooth hushed as she brought his fluffy head into her chest, coddling him like a child who’d had a nightmare.
“Tooth, what’s happening?” Jack whispered with as much strength as his worn body would allow.
“North said to be on standby when you landed. After all these years, we didn’t know if Pitch would be ok back in his real body.” Tooth said as she started wiping off the dirt and dead leaves from t
I PromiseSteve Stark stood in the front doorway, staring down at little Wade Wilson, the 7 year old that seemed to have become best friends with Steve and Tony's 6 year old son, Peter. Wade peered up at him, his seemingly innocent, bright blue eyes sparkling in excitement.
"Can Peter come out to play?" he asked as usual; the boy seemed to have nothing else to do- every day it was the same thing over and over. "Or can I come in to play with Peter?"
Steve gave the child an apologetic look. "I'm really sorry, Wade, but Peter isn't feeling very well. I don't think he can come out to play today."
Wade suddenly froze, eyes widening and mouth falling open. "Wait, Petey's sick?" he exclaimed, shoving past Steve and racing up the stairs. "I'm coming, Peter!" he cried the entire way up. Steve let out a sigh, rubbing his face as he shut the door and jogged after him. Wade slammed open Peter's bedroom door, startling Tony who was setting down a fresh cup of water on the nightstand.
Panic AttackIt's not like crying,
Where the pain inside is released with the tears you shed
And when you're finished you can curl up with the quiet and sleep.
It's not like sadness,
When the feeling is definite,
And you know it's not all in your head.
It claws at your chest,
Constricting your heart and your muscles lock up.
I wonder if I'll disappear.
It doesn't go away,
But lurks deep inside,
And you wonder if you're simply crazy.
Your thoughts swim as you're gasping for breath,
And even though you know it's coming,
You're still afraid.
And when it's all over,
You're still at the breaking point of emotion.
I wonder if I'll disappear.
Demons in the NightA/N: This is more for my own entertainment than anything. I have no excuse. I am in a mood.
This is movie 'verse-ish.
Superfamily AU Steve/Tony with Wee!Peter and whatnot. If that's not your cup of tea, you may as well stop now, because it's about to go downhill from here. I'm not sure what else to tell you.
I don't anything, whatever Also, I don't do research. I make stuff up like a champ, though.
Peaceful silence laid over Stark Mansion like a nighttime blanket as Pacific waves rolled lazily against the cliff supporting the sprawling estate. The hallways were dark and still, JARVIS powered down for the night as it slowly reached three o'clock in the morning.
Steve Rogers-Stark lay in a king sized bed, his chest rising and falling peacefully as he wrapped his arms more tightly around his husband of three years now, Tony Stark, rubbing his nose in the shock of soft, unkempt coal black hair. Tony lay flush against him, the ARC reactor in industrialist's chest casting the room in a