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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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Which is why he leads Peter through the streets towards the edge of town, and into an abandoned clothing store. In one corner, amongst the naked mannequins and shelves, there's a sleeping bag and backpack full of Bucky's worldly belongings. There's also a dog, a German Shepherd, curled up nearby on guard, who looks up when they enter and then goes back to sleep again.]
Stand there, don't touch anything.
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[He does not touch anything! Or move from this spot!
But he does get down on his haunches to oogle the doggo.]
Heeeey, buddy, who's a good girl? Boy?
[He tries to crane his neck to look, but alas.]
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[She had been a gift too, another sort of meddling gift where the underlying motive had been to try and take care of him. She was from Clark, a service dog for veterans with issues.
He digs in his backpack and brings out a sheaf of brightly coloured bits of paper, peeling off four of them and bringing them over to hold out to Peter. They're gift certificates for a free meal at each of the four restaurants listed. Some people try to coddle him too much, so he has an abundance of these.]
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Before he can properly gush about Sasha, though, he has these litle certificates being passed off to him — and he looks genuinely alarmed by the offer, like Bucky just passed him a hundred bucks. It's not that they're that expensive, but the boy is a Dramatic Child who was raised by the more stingy Parkers do don't take very much from others, even offered.]
I can't — I can't take these from you! What if you wanna chill at one and order a burger or something?
Really, Mr. Barnes, you don't gotta give me anything in return.
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[He's not going to be hurting for places he could eat, he just very rarely will. They're too exposed, and he still hasn't quite got over the fact that Pierce had been in the city until very recently.]
Take it, kid.
[Don't make him get sappier than this.]
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He takes them like they're doomed to rip if he moves too quick.]
Thanks a lot, dude. I'll definitely be using all these this week.
[He laughs, then looks up sharply.]
I mean, not because I'm dead broke or anything, I mean more like — they all are awesome places!
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[He's not convinced that it's because Peter isn't broke, and he could at least help out with that. He doesn't get to help much these days, not in small and safe ways, it would feel good to do this.]
Take 'em all.
[He never uses them.]
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Th—thanks! I mean, I'll definitely invite you to some of these, you know.
... Maybe not for competitions.
[Bucky is not exactly easy company, but Peter has always been willing to face a challenge, especially if it feels like the right thing to do.]
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[If he felt comfortable enough to eat in these places, he'd have used the gift certificates long before now. He has some dating back well over a year.]
Consider it payment for the shoes.
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[He understands that feeling, at least; he never liked taking things personally without giving something in return. That had always just been the way he and his family operated. After a moment's pause, he looks a little sheepishly at Bucky.]
Can I pet your dog?
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You like dogs?
[He'd never really considered it before he got her, but now he relies on her more than he'd want to admit.]
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Heeeey, good girl, what a good dog. Gosh, you're pretty—
OH! Um, yeah. [He keeps scratching at the dog's fuzzy head.] Dogs are cool. We could never have one — New York apartment, you know? But I like them a lot. Who else would wanna spend unconditional time with people all day long, just for the heck of it?
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He kind of remembers what it was like to be a kid, so enthusiastic over the little things like this, and it allows him to relax a bit more. Peter's not a threat, he's just a dumb teenager.]
Why don't you get one here?
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[He folds her ears backwards, because it's funny and turn every dog ever in Princess Leia. It's a Look.]
But I like petting everyone else's dogs, so it's cool.
I'm like the cool uncle who visits and gives them treats.
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You can walk Sasha for me, if you want.
[He doesn't usually get to take her many places other than ruins and back alleys.]
When you have time.
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Seriously? I'd love that, yeah. Every dog deserves a good walk.
And there's a really nice trail near the park that I bet she'd be all over!
[You don't have to convince him, Pete, he said you could.]
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[He bends down and his expression and tone both soften considerably, though he doesn't appear to notice it.]
Sasha, go with Peter, on guard.
[Because the kid needs guarding, he's obviously a walking disaster zone.]
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Right, right! Does she need a leash?
Oh, and I should take a frisbee or some bottled water for her to drink. That's responsible dog ownership?
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[He sounds just a little blindsided, are they really things all dog owners should have? He's never even thought about toys or a leash, he just gives her leftovers to eat and takes her out to use the bathroom, that's about it.]
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Oh — uuuuh... well! I think it should be okay.
She's really good at listening, anyway, right? She won't be any trouble without a leash.
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[No, maybe he shouldn't say that she's a specially trained service dog, that seems like giving too much away to a teenager who seems incapable of keeping his mouth closed.]
--good dog.
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[He claps his hands together, looking at Sasha with a grin.]
C'mon, girl, you wanna do some running? I bet you'd love a jog on the trail...!
[Behold as a very eager and happy boy runs off with your dog.
How did this happen.]