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riverviewlogs2018-07-19 02:50 am
madeupnames) wrote in riverviewlogs2018-07-19 02:50 am
[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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For this. Equivalent exchange.
[Ha.]
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So, what, your weird spider bite gave you the ability to see into the future, too? 'Cause I doubt you whipped this up in the, like, ten minutes between me slapping on a bandage and you getting back down here.
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Friends do stuff for each other.
Gamora thought you’d like it, so I did it, because you and the other people I’ve gotten to meet make me happy.
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For a long second, Peter is silent, watching the weird little googly-eyed robot make its way around the living space. (Still no stray sparks. So far, so good.)
Then, he hooks an arm around Little Pete's neck and noogies him.
Sorry, kiddo. ]
You're a sweet kid. You know that?
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[He bats at Peter half-heartedly, trying to smooth down his hair once he's freed.
(Really, he doesn't mind it; it makes him happy.)]
You're gonna turn it into little orphan Annie over here, sheesh.
[He's attempting not to turn red, but, well.
Everyone in his life makes it a living nightmare to accomplish.]
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You know you don't gotta do that kinda stuff for me, though. Just sayin'.
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You know you didn't have to bandage up my hand, too. Just sayin'.
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Good point. If everyone who goes into the elevator turns into a spider person tomorrow, my bad.
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[ The little vacuum hits another corner and scurries along in a different direction. Yeah, that thing's bound to be useful, assuming Groot doesn't systematically tear it apart for having a funny look on its face, which is why Peter finally offers up, ]
... Thanks, by the way.
[ A little stilted. A little awkward.
Listen, Peter's not in the habit of offering words of gratitude – mostly because people in general aren't in the habit of offering him anything to be grateful for. So he's rusty. ]
1/2
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It's super lame.]
Just another job well done for the friendly neighborhood Peter-Man! Stay out of trouble, my good civilian!
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(If that looks and sounds a little familiar, it should – he absolutely picked up this mannerism from from Gamora.)
And he calls after him, ]
Try not to get yourself shot by terrorists, Doc Brown.
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That's so old!
[And then he vanishes, like a spider ghost in the night. Er. Day.]