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    ...and one thing that always remains the same.

     

    (SPOILERS FOR INFINITY WAR)

     

    Peter knows he’s different now.

    The first three months were like a bubble. He didn’t think about the newness of his old life, he didn’t think about the state of the world now that it had been saved—he just worried. Worried about Tony and Steve recovering. Worried about May worrying about him. Worried about everything in general—he didn’t allow himself specifics because specifics didn’t make sense, not yet. He just focused on his routine, kept it normal, the same schedule every day so he didn’t throw himself off.

    It felt like the bubble popped when the party ended, and everything became clearer. The differences in who he is now were highlighted, like there was a spotlight on his every move, like everybody could see the invisible scars the world-ending experience left on him.

    The first thing he notices is the sleeping. Or lack thereof.

    (a follow up to my story "the rattle of their hearts" from Peter's POV. You can read this one without having read the original, but it would make more sense if you have read it!)

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    18 Jun 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    ABD THE CONSYANT IS THAT HE THINKS IRONMAN IS THE COOLEST OH MY GOD MY HEARTTT

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    Tony sits back, and his attention is back on Peter now, and he’s giving him that same look he’s been sending his way for days. “Did you sleep in class? In History? Because May and I can teach you history just fine. We’ve got books. And brains. And memories.”

    Peter snorts, and feels a little sad at the same time. “Nah,” he says, scooting down in his seat. “I didn’t sleep.”

    Tony hums and Peter can hear the anxiety in it, no matter how he tries to mask it.

    “It’s fine,” Peter says again, chewing on the inside of his cheek. That’s gonna be a new mantra, apparently, because he keeps saying it without even meaning to. Tony gives him a long look, and finally starts driving out of there. Peter stares at him, and every blink is like the flick of a flame against his skin. Why does not sleeping hurt? He should just pass out, at this rate. That’s how these things should work.

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    17 Jun 2026

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    One of my worst nightmares!!

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    Peter is sick of waking up in places he doesn’t belong.

    He groans, the throbbing in his head astronomical out of this world, and he knows he’s laying on some stone ground that’s wet and disgusting and not at all comfortable, but the throbbing and the pain is so huge and horrible that he just wants to keep his eyes closed and fade back into unconsciousness.

    But he knows he can’t do that.

    (Separate stories, all with the same theme)

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    16 Jun 2026

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    awe so cute!!!

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    It's been six months to the day.

    That horrible, soul-shattering, world-ending day. The day Quentin Beck took a metaphorical machete to his chest and carved out his heart, tucking a devastating promise in the newly vacated hole and sewing it back up.

    Tony sighs heavily, the sound breaking on a near-sob. He glances down again, halfway to deliriousness, at the phone in his palm. There's nothing. No notification, no indication that what Beck promised is going to come to fruition. It causes him to grimace, to pull even deeper into the cushion of the couch.

    "Nothing?" May asks quietly, chewing the tips of her finger-nails. She glances down at the phone he holds, her eyes red-rimmed and wide, matching his in desperate yearning. "It's been- it's been six months, that's what he said-"

    "Yeah," Tony chokes out. "Six fucking months-" 

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    10 Jun 2026

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    CRUEL AND UNUSUAL PUNISHMENT OH MY GOD
    DOWNRIGHT FOUL

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    It's not every day you wake up with five arms and no eyes, but Ryland Grace stopped having normal days a very long time ago.

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    09 Jun 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    SO SWEET I LOVE THEM