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riverviewlogs2018-07-19 02:50 am
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[OPEN] 5 Times Peter Parker Looked Like He Needed Help + 1 Time He Should Have Needed It
who: Peter Parker and You!
what: Just some prompts.
when: Before July 20th, when he'll be way less sad about [mumbles about Infinity War].
where: See prompts for locations.
warnings: A picture of heights, and some blood from a hand boo-boo. And bullies. Lots of embarrassing Peter stuff I'm sure.
1. Assholes
[Peter Parker ducks his head as he's surrounded in an alleyway between school and the community housing, caught off guard by some local school bullies who seem more eager to torment the too-happy new kid with the terrible social cues. He's playing it safe for now, because if he is anything other than ordinary people might connect dots he doesn't really want connected. They're blabbering like all brainless assholes tend to:
"Nice sweater. Your grandma dress you up before you ran off?"
"Oh man, check out the fucked up shoes."
"Hey, this shortcut has a tollbooth now, Parker."
"I know he's got a tap card on him; shouldn't be telling people in class about that, fucking idiot."
Peter keeps his back to the wall, hands on his backpack straps.]
... Cut it out, guys. Leave me alone.
[He isn't scared — more like worried that he'll have to take a punch or something to keep his cover, because then it'll give them incentive to bother him more. Man, he's starting to miss Flash right about now; the guy was a grade-A dick, but at least he stuck to less physical means of assholery.
Peter's not sure if he's the only one these guys torment; he's betting he isn't.
Spider-Man could've handled this by now, he thinks miserably.]
2. Converse shoes
[Peter Parker presses his face to the shop window, eyeing a new pair of converse-adjacent shoes with almost sparkling eyes. He's wearing two mitchmatched shoes right now — a tennis shoe he got for half-off a few weeks ago and his even older nike sneaker. They're the same color, so obviously it's entirely unnoticable.
You see... he'd have his other sneaker if he didn't accidentally lose it when he kicked it off mid-Spider-Man change. He was in a panic to hurry and help someone dangerously close to where the groundtrams passed by and didn't know his own strength; the nike shoe is probably halfway across the dang city by now.
Nobody to blame but himself, here.
But...!! He's trying really hard not to give in to temptation, because he has to use the cash on his card to buy Bucky Barnes a new pair of shoes after he barfed pancakes on them.
A guy can dream though, right?]
3. Hand Cut
[Picture this: you walk through the community housing, to get to the elevator.
You push the button, and the doors open.
And Peter Parker is standing there casually, on his way down, his whole left hand wrapped up in bloody paper towels.]
Okay, this looks bad, but I swear it's not.
4. Insomnia
[Sometimes the city is just too damn loud. But, like, he's done with Spider-Manning for the night, so people don't think he's a total freak who never sleeps — that leaves him bored and overstimulated by the lights and sounds below. And sometimes it's a little more than that, swirling thoughts about what had happened back home, or something he didn't do quite right last week as Spider-Man, or the cult thing. So he goes up to the community housing rooftops and sits with his feeting hanging out between the railings.
He blows out a sigh.
Then posts a picture, because why not? If he's bored, maybe he can just... talk. Talking helps.]
Look at this view, it's pretty cool. City life is wild down there...!
Really puts a lot into perspective I guess? Insert philosophy essay here?
Also, does anyone know where grumpy uncomfortably scraggly Bucky lives?
I got him some shoes.
5. Attacked By The Local Chatterbox
["Aren't you the sweetest thing? I just wanna eat you up!" It's someone with a weirdly Southern accent, but he's pretty sure she's not Southern because she's not from Earth — she's from some other galaxy where everyone is twice the height of a human and all muscles, so much so they're practically bulging off her arms, under a totally lovely sundress. She'd just arrived to Riverview, and he was giving her directions, but now he's seeing this was a grave mistake.
She pinches his cheeks as she towers over him by a good five feet, and he squirms.]
P-please, Miss—
["Oh, bless your soul. You humans are just the cutest. How old are you now? Four or five? Where's your mother at, you little thing, you?" He sputters in surprise.]
I'm not five! I'm fifteen!
[Fifteen?! By golly, that's old enough to dress yourself in human years, right?!"
S a v e m e.]
+1. Getting Hit By a Car
[Peter Parker is crossing the street, most of the city sleeping now.
Maybe he's hanging out with you, someone he knows pretty well; maybe heading off to get some late-night dinner, because he's always starved, man. Or maybe he's on his own, just casually making his way back to the community housing, and you happen to be there. Maybe he's even stopping the truck that would hit you, if he didn't intervene with his own body.
Either way, a vehicle runs a light — and is flying at Peter and his fellow person so quickly, his Spider senses almost don't read it in time. But when they do, his body jerks into action; he puts both arms out in defense, and the car slams into him at full force.
The hood gets dented, and the truck jerks to a very abrupt stop. The man in the car is cursing and holding his bleeding nose from where he'd hit it on the steering wheel, and Peter Parker is peeling his hands from the indentions they've left on the metal.
... Ummmm.
Ummmmmmmmmmmmmm.
... Shoot.]
what: Just some prompts.
when: Before July 20th, when he'll be way less sad about [mumbles about Infinity War].
where: See prompts for locations.
warnings: A picture of heights, and some blood from a hand boo-boo. And bullies. Lots of embarrassing Peter stuff I'm sure.
1. Assholes
[Peter Parker ducks his head as he's surrounded in an alleyway between school and the community housing, caught off guard by some local school bullies who seem more eager to torment the too-happy new kid with the terrible social cues. He's playing it safe for now, because if he is anything other than ordinary people might connect dots he doesn't really want connected. They're blabbering like all brainless assholes tend to:
"Nice sweater. Your grandma dress you up before you ran off?"
"Oh man, check out the fucked up shoes."
"Hey, this shortcut has a tollbooth now, Parker."
"I know he's got a tap card on him; shouldn't be telling people in class about that, fucking idiot."
Peter keeps his back to the wall, hands on his backpack straps.]
... Cut it out, guys. Leave me alone.
[He isn't scared — more like worried that he'll have to take a punch or something to keep his cover, because then it'll give them incentive to bother him more. Man, he's starting to miss Flash right about now; the guy was a grade-A dick, but at least he stuck to less physical means of assholery.
Peter's not sure if he's the only one these guys torment; he's betting he isn't.
Spider-Man could've handled this by now, he thinks miserably.]
2. Converse shoes
[Peter Parker presses his face to the shop window, eyeing a new pair of converse-adjacent shoes with almost sparkling eyes. He's wearing two mitchmatched shoes right now — a tennis shoe he got for half-off a few weeks ago and his even older nike sneaker. They're the same color, so obviously it's entirely unnoticable.
You see... he'd have his other sneaker if he didn't accidentally lose it when he kicked it off mid-Spider-Man change. He was in a panic to hurry and help someone dangerously close to where the groundtrams passed by and didn't know his own strength; the nike shoe is probably halfway across the dang city by now.
Nobody to blame but himself, here.
But...!! He's trying really hard not to give in to temptation, because he has to use the cash on his card to buy Bucky Barnes a new pair of shoes after he barfed pancakes on them.
A guy can dream though, right?]
3. Hand Cut
[Picture this: you walk through the community housing, to get to the elevator.
You push the button, and the doors open.
And Peter Parker is standing there casually, on his way down, his whole left hand wrapped up in bloody paper towels.]
Okay, this looks bad, but I swear it's not.
4. Insomnia
[Sometimes the city is just too damn loud. But, like, he's done with Spider-Manning for the night, so people don't think he's a total freak who never sleeps — that leaves him bored and overstimulated by the lights and sounds below. And sometimes it's a little more than that, swirling thoughts about what had happened back home, or something he didn't do quite right last week as Spider-Man, or the cult thing. So he goes up to the community housing rooftops and sits with his feeting hanging out between the railings.
He blows out a sigh.
Then posts a picture, because why not? If he's bored, maybe he can just... talk. Talking helps.]
Look at this view, it's pretty cool. City life is wild down there...!
Really puts a lot into perspective I guess? Insert philosophy essay here?
Also, does anyone know where grumpy uncomfortably scraggly Bucky lives?
I got him some shoes.
5. Attacked By The Local Chatterbox
["Aren't you the sweetest thing? I just wanna eat you up!" It's someone with a weirdly Southern accent, but he's pretty sure she's not Southern because she's not from Earth — she's from some other galaxy where everyone is twice the height of a human and all muscles, so much so they're practically bulging off her arms, under a totally lovely sundress. She'd just arrived to Riverview, and he was giving her directions, but now he's seeing this was a grave mistake.
She pinches his cheeks as she towers over him by a good five feet, and he squirms.]
P-please, Miss—
["Oh, bless your soul. You humans are just the cutest. How old are you now? Four or five? Where's your mother at, you little thing, you?" He sputters in surprise.]
I'm not five! I'm fifteen!
[Fifteen?! By golly, that's old enough to dress yourself in human years, right?!"
S a v e m e.]
+1. Getting Hit By a Car
[Peter Parker is crossing the street, most of the city sleeping now.
Maybe he's hanging out with you, someone he knows pretty well; maybe heading off to get some late-night dinner, because he's always starved, man. Or maybe he's on his own, just casually making his way back to the community housing, and you happen to be there. Maybe he's even stopping the truck that would hit you, if he didn't intervene with his own body.
Either way, a vehicle runs a light — and is flying at Peter and his fellow person so quickly, his Spider senses almost don't read it in time. But when they do, his body jerks into action; he puts both arms out in defense, and the car slams into him at full force.
The hood gets dented, and the truck jerks to a very abrupt stop. The man in the car is cursing and holding his bleeding nose from where he'd hit it on the steering wheel, and Peter Parker is peeling his hands from the indentions they've left on the metal.
... Ummmm.
Ummmmmmmmmmmmmm.
... Shoot.]
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And is also very self-conscious and carefully making sure he can't get blood on the floor by tucking the injured palm in the fabric of his thin jacket.]
Hey, I can handle it just like, y'know! You don't have to take time out to help with a dumb little cut.
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[ In that absent sort of way he uses when he’s clearly not listening. He unlocks the door, shoving it open and waiting for Little Pete to enter first. And in case there’s any hesitation, in Peter’s “I’m the Leader” Voice, ]
In.
[ And welcome back to Casa de Guardians – or at least, Casa de 3/4ths of the Guardians, with Mantis still in her own space elsewhere in the community housing. It’s reasonably neat – a shock, probably, considering Peter’s personality screams that he’s the type to be messy. (He’s getting better, these days. He even does the dishes semi-regularly. Pat on back for him.)
He nods Little Pete toward the kitchen table, where there’s a pile of about a million different Riverview-specific sweets. All the Carnivale freebies means that Peter’s got one hell of a store of candy, right now
(... it’ll probably last him a week.)
Peter heads into the bathroom, where they keep their medkit.
Thrown over his shoulder, ]
How bad is it actually?
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He smirks a little at the cascade of candy on the desk; he's got a whole drawer full of candy at his bedside, so he's not one to talk, but it's still kinda funny. The hand is a dull throbbing now — the heartbeat is a little faster in his palm, because he's got a kinda funny way about him now, beats per minute included; he wonders if anything would be weird if he went to the doctor, since he hasn't actually been checked out by one back home since he got bit.]
Oh, you knoooow. It's — so-so.
... Don't sweat it too bad.
[He peels the paper towels from his hand to show him, and — yikes, yeah, it's gross and stretches across his entire palm like a lifeline. It definitely needs stitches and would have wrecked a normal person's hand for life. That's the fun of being a spiderling. You can get stabbed over the weekend by metal talons and still make it to school in decent spritis by Monday.]
I cut it on some glass.
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Jesus, dude.
[ He ducks back into the bathroom, gathering up supplies. There’s a small suturing kid – not that they’ve had reason to make use of it, considering Gamora’s mods take care of most injuries, Groot is a tree, and Peter tends to get fixed up by the medics at the Perimeter Guard, whenever there’s need for it. His hand hovers over it, and he throws over his shoulder again, ]
How fast do you heal again? [ Because if this Peter had a wound like that, he’d be getting stitches. Harder to tell if it’s necessary for that Peter. ]
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[He's had a fun time keeping track of healing. little bruises are totally gone by the time he wakes up. Talon stab wounds took about two days, and were still kind of tender spots on his chest.]
Sometimes it's not super consistent if I'm tired or if I've been stressed out or whatever, but that's the usual timeline... Hey! It's not even bleeding as much anymore, see? Awesome!
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Just don’t get blood on my candy.
[ This is the thing to worry about, apparently.
But Peter’s back out soon enough with dressing a gauze, sans lollipop. (He probably crunched down on it like Mr. Owl in those Tootsie Pop commercials and discarded the stick along the way.) Having a medkit ready to go is an old holdover from living on a ship, where medical facilities could be anywhere from one to twenty jumps away. It’s probably not necessary to have anything too elaborate now that they’re largely stationary, but old habits die hard.
He hooks his foot around the leg of a chair to pull it out, taking a seat next to the kid at the kitchen table. He jerks his chin, signaling for the kid to let Peter take a look at the wound. ]
Did someone attack you with a broken beer bottle or something?
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[Seriously that'd be so rude, ruining perfectly good candy.
As he offers his hand, his eyes go a little wide, like Big Pete's opened Pandora's Box.]
... Dude.
Ninja stars.
[Are you not enthralled by this new information? Peter is so impressed by the fact that he was attacked by a potential ninja. A, uh. A drug-selling ninja wearing regular beach-going flip-flops. But still. Also yes, he said he cut it on glass earlier. It's true and absolutely convoluted.
Ask him about it, go on.]
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[ And he echoes it flatly – not that he doesn’t believe him, because Riverview is fucking weird, honestly, considering the different types of people that get drawn in through that portal. Still, he pauses as he’s tearing open the packaging of the sterile pad, something wringing out false, like a flubbed note on a piano chord.
Then, eyes narrowing again in skepticism, ]
I thought you said you cut yourself on glass?
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[Oh, he's gonna launch into a ramble; go ahead and do your thing while he goes.]
— interrupting some shady drug deal thing in this old warehouse; hey, drugs are everywhere, right? DARE taught me that much. And this dude was about to pass off a big brick of... I dunno, actually, to this other guy. And I just sort of came down like "hey guys what's up" and I was about to do my usual 'thiwp yoink' maneuver, like how I stole your watergun? Maybe wag my finger and recommend a PSA video from my school?
But this guy was crazy fast! I was gonna say "wow, man, you're like a ninja with those moves" and maybe insult his drug-dealing footwear, because who wears neon plastic flip-flops to that kind of thing? C'mon.
But before I knew it, I was dodging ninja stars left and right. Ninja stars!
This dude seriously brought ninja stars to a drug deal!
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Which is made slightly difficult with the animated way the kid talks – another thing that’s distinctly familiar; it’s kind of like seeing a mirror image, huh? – so whenever the kid tries to gesture a little too emphatically, Peter cuts him a slightly disapproving look before steadying his hand as he wipes away the excess blood.
In the kid’s defense, it looks like it has stopped bleeding quite a bit. Peter rips open the packaging on a disinfectant wipe, offers up a quick, ]
This is gonna sting like hell.
[ before cleaning the wound directly. It’s a universal rule that cleaning an injury hurts just as badly as getting it. ]
I’m still not seein’ where the glass comes in.
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Hey!
[But he warned you, Pete. He hisses a little bit is otherwise chill after.]
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He cut my spiderweb while I was swinging out of the way, and I fell into a big ol' window.
It sucked a lot. And I'm gonna need to go back to Mr. Stark's and get the suit patched again.
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That yelp could have shattered a wine glass, Jesus.
But the kid calms down, and after the incredulous stare Peter shoots him, he goes right back to wiping the wound, shaking his head a little. (Rich, really, considering how he similarly flips his fucking lid whenever Gamora has cause to disinfect his wounds.
Cut from the same cloth, are the Peters.)
The explanation satisfies him, though, and he sets the antiseptic wipe aside to press a fresh sterile pad to the kid’s palm. As he’s wrapping gauze around it, ]
So what I’m hearing is— ninja stars? Whatever. Big windows? Your true nemesis.
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I think it's more like momentum is my greatest friend and foe.
[You could literally call his fighting style "momentum" and it make sense.]
Have you never been thrown throw a window before? It's the new hip thing.
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Does a giant hole in a wall count as a window?
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I'm not surprised a skull as thick as yours would punch holes in walls, though.
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[ Said flatly. With the bandaging done, Peter gathers up all the spent materials to toss them away. ]
I was in an old, abandoned temple on a planet called Morag, picking up an ancient artifact. Turns out someone else wanted the same artifact and tried to kill me for it.
Long story short, he blew out a chunk in the wall behind me, and I rocketed myself out to escape.
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You're a real mess-maker, dude. But I guess I've broken a few chimneys in my day, so I can't talk much...
Oh! [A lightbulb goes off over his head; it might as well not even be metaphorical.]
That reminds me! I got you something. For mess-cleaning. I totally would've brought it down, but I was too busy bleeding all over everything.
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Whatever it is the kid is giving him has equal chances of being really thoughtful ooooor a gag gift. Peter's leaning toward gag gift. ]
If you're trying to give me your weird pancake bot, pass.
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What the heck, I’d never give away my beloved Pam...!
Now do you want your super awesome present or not?
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Depends.
Is it gonna make me block you again?
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I don’t think so. It’s super helpful and it doesn’t run on puns.
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[ Peter holds onto his skepticism for a breath or two longer before letting it all out on a sigh. ]
Is there a special occasion I missed, or...?
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Just 'cus. What fun's life if you're not doing stuff for other people?
It'd be boring.
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