Fic: Missing You (Peter/Bobby)
Title: Missing You
Fandom: Marvel Comics
Rating: PG
Words: 1115
Characters/Pairing: Peter Parker/Bobby Drake
Summary: The X-men have been off-world for a while.
Author's Notes: This is written for
ficwize for the 
livelongnmarry auction. Sorry it's so horribly delayed, but I hope you like it! It uses the prompt for the Candy Hearts Challenge of "Miss You".
Peter knew that being a superhero wasn't supposed to be easy. He had been doing the Spider-man thing since he was fifteen years old, and fate never seemed to miss an opportunity to kick him in the butt. But the last few days had been especially awful. If it wasn't the Sinister Six ambushing him while he was trying to protect the Mayor, it was the Mayor ordering the police to shoot at him afterwards. He'd have to thank Jameson for that "Spider-man endangers Mayor" headline too. Being a hero was his calling, but there were some days that he wondered if it was really worth it. Especially on a night like tonight, when he was wrapping up patrol and coming home to an empty apartment.
As soon as Peter stepped inside, he could tell something was off. The living room was much colder than when he had left it. Normally, this wouldn't surprise him given how many times the heat had been shut off by the landlord. But this was weird. It seemed to be colder inside than it was outside. As Peter walked through the living room, he could see his breath in front of him.
"I don't think I have any ice-based villains, but I'm not in the mood for this! So if you're trying to avenge something I did that I probably don't even remember, leave a message after the beep!"
As Peter walked towards the bedroom, the cold got more intense. Peter popped in a new cartridge of web fluid and turned the corner, ready to attack whoever was waiting for him.
"Surprise, Spidey."
"Bobby?"
"The one and only? You like your surprise?"
Peter looked around at the bedroom. The entire thing had been turned into some kind of crystal ice castle, the bed covered in ice flowers.
"Wow. It's awesome." Peter laughed. "But I don't think I'm cut out to sleep in an igloo."
"Yeah, I may have gotten a bit carried away." Bobby grinned.
"I can't believe you're here! I thought the X-men were busy in Shi'ar space!"
"Yeah, we came, we saw, we kicked alien butt. The whole thing would have taken a lot longer, but the Skrulls decided to invade at the exact right moment, and the Shi'ar were a little busy with that to try to conquer Earth. The Prof wanted us back at the mansion for debriefing, but I snuck away. I had more important things to deal with."
Unable to contain his excitement anymore, Peter leapt forward and knocked Bobby back on the bed, kissing his boyfriend with three months of pent-up passion.
"Whoa! I missed you too, Pete. But aren't you cold in here?"
"Thermal Spider-jammies. Best thing ever. Good thing I'm wearing them, because I don't think I'm planning on leaving this room for a long time!"
Bobby took a deep breath as Peter kissed him again. The X-men were his family, and their space adventures were always interesting, but he was always counting the minutes until he could return to Earth and be with his guy.
"So, how are things in New York? Supervillains keeping you busy?"
"Blarg" Peter rolled his eyes.
"Blarg, huh? I'm guessing that's not a good sign"
"It must be crazy season. In the last week, I've had to deal with a guy who got bitten by a radioactive Baboon, the son of the loony-tunes hunter who wants to mount me on his wall, and two living costumes. Two!"
"Those living costumes do seem to like you."
"I know! What is it about me exactly that attracts the parasitic alien beings that want to eat brains? And why do they think I'm going to be able to help them in said brain-eating? Do I seem like the brain-eating type?"
"Not usually. Now, when you don't get your coffee..."
Peter playfully punched Bobby in the arm. "I'm not that bad."
"I'm pretty sure I heard some muttering of 'Kill all. Destroy world' that morning we ran out of Folgers."
"Hey, I was out till 3 battling the Big Wheel! There were extenuating circumstances." Peter grinned. "So, how was space? Did you save any planets? Destroy any conquering fleets? Meet any interesting space girls?"
"It's like I told you, Pete. Never date an alien girl. No matter how human they look on the outside, you never know what's waiting for you. It's why I stick to nice, normal guys on Earth. Plus, it's not every guy who can make his own web-hammock. Because you never know when it'll come in handy. For impromptu hammock sex."
"You're never going to let me live down that night in Central Park, are you?"
"Live it down? Highlight of the year for me. And trust me, after spending the last few months sleeping in a crowded cabin with Logan snoring above me, I am up for all sorts of unconventional sleeping arrangements!"
Bobby's cell phone went off. He grumbled, picked it up, and looked at the caller ID. "Hank. He's bugging me to get back to the Institute. Something about mandatory debriefing, plus decontamination."
"Decontamination?" Peter's eyes went wild.
"Ah, it's Hank. Every time we come back from space, he starts talking about how one stray molecule from an alien world could wipe out humanity or something. I probably should have done that before coming here, but...three freaking months, man!"
Bobby planted one last kiss on Peter before getting up.
"You know, if I'm patient zero of some planet-killing space plague, I'm going to be really pissed off at you."
"But it'll be totally worth it, am I right? You know I'm right."
The phone beeped again. Bobby turned it off. "On the other hand, if I've already spread this hypothetical space plague, there's really no reason for me to hurry back, is there?"
"Dude, go. I'll still be here - in our defrosting apartment - when you're done getting checked over. Run, before they send Logan over to grab you again."
"Oh. Yeah. That was...awkward. You know, I thought, being 23 and living on my own, I wouldn't be scared of the guy anymore. So much for that."
"I'm 22 and never lived with the guy, and I'm still a little scared of him."
Bobby created one of his ice slides and coasted out the window. An icicle broke off the ceiling, and Peter caught it as it fell. The place was going to be a complete wreck once Bobby's grand romantic gesture was done melting, but that didn't seem particularly important now. His Iceman was back, and suddenly getting up and facing the next day's supervillains, chaos, and inflammatory Daily Bugle headlines didn't seem like nearly as much of a challenge.
Fandom: Marvel Comics
Rating: PG
Words: 1115
Characters/Pairing: Peter Parker/Bobby Drake
Summary: The X-men have been off-world for a while.
Author's Notes: This is written for
ficwize for the livelongnmarry auction. Sorry it's so horribly delayed, but I hope you like it! It uses the prompt for the Candy Hearts Challenge of "Miss You". Peter knew that being a superhero wasn't supposed to be easy. He had been doing the Spider-man thing since he was fifteen years old, and fate never seemed to miss an opportunity to kick him in the butt. But the last few days had been especially awful. If it wasn't the Sinister Six ambushing him while he was trying to protect the Mayor, it was the Mayor ordering the police to shoot at him afterwards. He'd have to thank Jameson for that "Spider-man endangers Mayor" headline too. Being a hero was his calling, but there were some days that he wondered if it was really worth it. Especially on a night like tonight, when he was wrapping up patrol and coming home to an empty apartment.
As soon as Peter stepped inside, he could tell something was off. The living room was much colder than when he had left it. Normally, this wouldn't surprise him given how many times the heat had been shut off by the landlord. But this was weird. It seemed to be colder inside than it was outside. As Peter walked through the living room, he could see his breath in front of him.
"I don't think I have any ice-based villains, but I'm not in the mood for this! So if you're trying to avenge something I did that I probably don't even remember, leave a message after the beep!"
As Peter walked towards the bedroom, the cold got more intense. Peter popped in a new cartridge of web fluid and turned the corner, ready to attack whoever was waiting for him.
"Surprise, Spidey."
"Bobby?"
"The one and only? You like your surprise?"
Peter looked around at the bedroom. The entire thing had been turned into some kind of crystal ice castle, the bed covered in ice flowers.
"Wow. It's awesome." Peter laughed. "But I don't think I'm cut out to sleep in an igloo."
"Yeah, I may have gotten a bit carried away." Bobby grinned.
"I can't believe you're here! I thought the X-men were busy in Shi'ar space!"
"Yeah, we came, we saw, we kicked alien butt. The whole thing would have taken a lot longer, but the Skrulls decided to invade at the exact right moment, and the Shi'ar were a little busy with that to try to conquer Earth. The Prof wanted us back at the mansion for debriefing, but I snuck away. I had more important things to deal with."
Unable to contain his excitement anymore, Peter leapt forward and knocked Bobby back on the bed, kissing his boyfriend with three months of pent-up passion.
"Whoa! I missed you too, Pete. But aren't you cold in here?"
"Thermal Spider-jammies. Best thing ever. Good thing I'm wearing them, because I don't think I'm planning on leaving this room for a long time!"
Bobby took a deep breath as Peter kissed him again. The X-men were his family, and their space adventures were always interesting, but he was always counting the minutes until he could return to Earth and be with his guy.
"So, how are things in New York? Supervillains keeping you busy?"
"Blarg" Peter rolled his eyes.
"Blarg, huh? I'm guessing that's not a good sign"
"It must be crazy season. In the last week, I've had to deal with a guy who got bitten by a radioactive Baboon, the son of the loony-tunes hunter who wants to mount me on his wall, and two living costumes. Two!"
"Those living costumes do seem to like you."
"I know! What is it about me exactly that attracts the parasitic alien beings that want to eat brains? And why do they think I'm going to be able to help them in said brain-eating? Do I seem like the brain-eating type?"
"Not usually. Now, when you don't get your coffee..."
Peter playfully punched Bobby in the arm. "I'm not that bad."
"I'm pretty sure I heard some muttering of 'Kill all. Destroy world' that morning we ran out of Folgers."
"Hey, I was out till 3 battling the Big Wheel! There were extenuating circumstances." Peter grinned. "So, how was space? Did you save any planets? Destroy any conquering fleets? Meet any interesting space girls?"
"It's like I told you, Pete. Never date an alien girl. No matter how human they look on the outside, you never know what's waiting for you. It's why I stick to nice, normal guys on Earth. Plus, it's not every guy who can make his own web-hammock. Because you never know when it'll come in handy. For impromptu hammock sex."
"You're never going to let me live down that night in Central Park, are you?"
"Live it down? Highlight of the year for me. And trust me, after spending the last few months sleeping in a crowded cabin with Logan snoring above me, I am up for all sorts of unconventional sleeping arrangements!"
Bobby's cell phone went off. He grumbled, picked it up, and looked at the caller ID. "Hank. He's bugging me to get back to the Institute. Something about mandatory debriefing, plus decontamination."
"Decontamination?" Peter's eyes went wild.
"Ah, it's Hank. Every time we come back from space, he starts talking about how one stray molecule from an alien world could wipe out humanity or something. I probably should have done that before coming here, but...three freaking months, man!"
Bobby planted one last kiss on Peter before getting up.
"You know, if I'm patient zero of some planet-killing space plague, I'm going to be really pissed off at you."
"But it'll be totally worth it, am I right? You know I'm right."
The phone beeped again. Bobby turned it off. "On the other hand, if I've already spread this hypothetical space plague, there's really no reason for me to hurry back, is there?"
"Dude, go. I'll still be here - in our defrosting apartment - when you're done getting checked over. Run, before they send Logan over to grab you again."
"Oh. Yeah. That was...awkward. You know, I thought, being 23 and living on my own, I wouldn't be scared of the guy anymore. So much for that."
"I'm 22 and never lived with the guy, and I'm still a little scared of him."
Bobby created one of his ice slides and coasted out the window. An icicle broke off the ceiling, and Peter caught it as it fell. The place was going to be a complete wreck once Bobby's grand romantic gesture was done melting, but that didn't seem particularly important now. His Iceman was back, and suddenly getting up and facing the next day's supervillains, chaos, and inflammatory Daily Bugle headlines didn't seem like nearly as much of a challenge.