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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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She sees the truck run the light. She sees it barreling toward them. She freezes up.
She's not a hero, she's not a fighter, she's not even that quick on her feet. She doesn't have the instincts to dodge.
She freezes up, feels her whole body go numb, and thinks, Fuck, Jeff, I'm sorry.
And then Peter stops the truck.
Athena doesn't un-freeze. Her focus turns to Peter and what he did and those handprints in the metal.
First she thinks, I wonder if he left fingerprints.
Then she says, ] You told me you were fucking boring!
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As he goes:]
I am boring! I'm super boring, I swear!
[That is so not working on her, obviously, but he was willing to do his best.]
We'll talk about it, okay, okay, cool—
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[ Sorry Peter, she's practically yelling. All that adrenaline has to go somewhere, and right now it's going into a weird combination of awe and panic that apparently has decided to express itself as loud noises.
Athena looks back at the truck, which is still in the road, either because the driver is just as shocked as she is or because Peter maybe crushed the engine or some shit with his bulldozer fingers. ]
What the fuck, what the fuck, we almost died, I almost died, we could have died.
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[He motions for her to lower her voice, that kind of motion you'd expect from one horror movie victim to another when they're avoiding getting murdered via convenient noises. Yes, Athena, he stopped a truck with his hands. And yes, there's not an injury on him. Just process it, you'll be just fine!]
Hey, it's gonna be okay; just breathe. We're fine. I promise! Everything's okay!
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Oh god I might puke.
[ Breathe. He said breathe, so breathe. She tries that, short deep breath in, long slow exhale. She is fine, they are super alive, this is fine. ]
No it's not!
[ Okay, that was completely an answer to her internal monologue? But it also works as an answer to Peter. ]
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Peter stands there with his hands in front of him, patiently waiting for her to have a tiny meltdown.
He figures she deserves a little time to digest that situation in full.]
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She closes her eyes after about a minute and straightens up, still shaky.
She's had a chance to think about what happened. Replayed it in her head several times. Athena turns, stares at Peter, and exhales. ]
That was fucking awesome.
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Yeah? You think so?
[It is fucking awesome, and he is more than happy that he can stop cars with his bare hands.
But you know, it's not always so awesome when you get accidentally outted for it.]
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[ Now that the shock is starting to wear off, wild curiosity is taking its place. ] Do you superhero here? Fuck how do you even verb that. Wait, do you have a secret identity? Should you not tell me if you superhero or not? I'm totally going to try and guess who you are anyway, sorry, can't help it.
[ A SCRUTINIZING LOOK. ] Is your name actually Peter?
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[He leans his forehead against the nearest wall and thunks it pathetically.
Why did he mention his internship with a superhero. Oh my god, he's so screwed with this one.]
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[ She comes over to pat him gently on the back, voice sincere even if she's being a complete troll now. ] You can't be that shit. You stopped a truck with your bare hands.
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[He sighs, and whirls around with the most worried brow.]
Could you not tell people about this?
I mean, if they already know, it's whatever, but — it's a secret thing I'm doing until I can't actually keep it secret anymore.
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Yeah. I mean no, I won't. I don't spill other people's shit, and besides, Jeff would lose his mind if he found out I almost got plowed over. Why keep it secret here, though? It's not like weird isn't normal.
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Okay, um. Have you seen a dude in red and blue swinging around? Named Spider-Man?
[The guy's kind of all over the place.
When Peter isn't, of course. He's always a busy little arachnid.]
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Yeah. [ A dimpled smile. ] You gonna bait and switch me and tell me you're someone else?
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That's my gig after school. You know? Being the... friendly neighborhood Spider-Man? Anyway, um. I'm just supposed to be normal ol' me when I'm out of the suit. It's a hidden identity kind of schtick.
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[ But wait-- ] But still, why keep it hidden here? Not like it'll change anything back ho-- wait, do you have a nemesis? Are they here? Oh shit.
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He folds his arms.]
Because... Because there's always someone out there I'm gonna end up pissing off.
I stop people from doing illegal stuff; they're not really the kind who are below hurting people I care about, if they wanted to hold a grudge, you know? Gotta keep the identity on lock-down from them.
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[ Somehow, she hadn't actually put that together. Maybe if it were her in his place, or if she'd considered it a little more closely, but the thrill of the moment pushed reality out of the way.
If she were a superhero, a real superhero, would she tell anyone? Would she risk Aunt Nory or Jeff or her friends that way? ]
I won't tell fucking anybody. I promise.
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[It doesn't mean he's not frustrated by it, because he was stupid and didn't... like. Think faster. Maybe he could have just jumped and pushed them both out of the way. Maybe he didn't have to mess up a car and out himself to a friend. Dang it.]
Well, I mean... since we're here. Any... Any questions, before we settle this?
[He doesn't wanna just cut her off or anything. If she knows, she knows, right?]
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Were you born with it? Is it like the Gift? Do a lot of people have powers where you're from?
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To make a long story short, I got bit by a lab spider that mutated me from the inside, s-so... I developed heightened senses and better invincibility and strength. Things like that. Most people back home are just normal everyday people, no powers.
[This always weirds people out, that he got spiderfied. For lack of a better term.]
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[ She scrubs a hand through her hair, trying to imagine what that must be like. ]
Jesus. That's one hell of a spider.
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Suddenly getting powers makes you kinda paranoid sometimes.
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[ She clears her throat. ] Turns out they cared more about the gay thing.
[ A pause. ]
But now you've got people backing you up. People who would make sure if anyone came after you, they'd regret it, right? Like a team. The other heroes.
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