headcanons, Reveals, And Other Random Stuff

Crazy Peter

Peter, having consumed enough coffee to kill three horses and crawling rapidly along the ceiling:
𝕎ℍ𝔼ℝ𝔼 𝔸ℝ𝔼 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝔽ℝ𝔼𝕊ℍ ℂℍ𝕀𝕃𝔻ℝ𝔼ℕ 𝔽𝕆ℝ 𝕄𝔼 𝕋𝕆 𝔽𝔼𝔸𝕊𝕋 𝕌ℙ𝕆ℕ???

Tony, holding up a cross and backing himself into a corner: whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuckwhATTHEFUCKWHATTHEFUCK-