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[OPEN] 5 Times Peter Didn't Break Someone's Nose + 1 Time He Did
who: Peter Parker / Spider-Man and You!
what: Just some Stuff for August, Mainly.
when: Early August! And if there are any closed threads for August, we can do 'em here!
where: Around town, depends on the prompt!
warnings: GIANT SPIDERS. Also going from a chill prompt log to a serious one by the end. Yikes.
Action brackets or prose is cool!
[It kind of just starts happening, over the span of a week or two.
The fact of the matter is, Peter Parker has been spending more time as Spider-Man than as Peter; it's just easier to be in constant duty, always having something to focus on other than his own stupid thoughts. He's been messed up ever since he asked Tony about the future — and that's all on him, not on Mr. Stark, because he knew the moment he walked into Tony's place that he was gonna want the truth no matter what. But it didn't make it any easier to digest, and it didn't make him any more healthy in his working hours.
Mr. Stark wanted him to take it easy, and Peter said he'd try. That was a bold-faced lie.
But what he doesn't know won't hurt him, and Pete's itching to swing around and play pretend.
He'd been putting off or ignoring friends, namely the Guardians — but it's not that he wanted to, exactly. He was just terrified of fucking up and revealing really awful things to them, things he wasn't sure was fair to drop in their lap. "Oh yeah," he could say, "You guys are totally killed by a fucked up purple people eater in the near future!" Who the hell could bring themselves to do that? And who can even keep a straight face? He worried he'd just burst into tears the moment anything was spoken between them, because Peter is a terrible liar, and Peter connects with people too freaking quickly for his own good.
So, you know. Lots of Spider-Man. Peter is almost a ghost around these parts, save for summer school work. He gets in late and leaves early, and it's better this way. It is. It has to be.]
1. Content Warning: Spiders (Yes, This is the Full Name of the Prompt) | Spider-Man
[There's a big freaky spider thing on the edge of town that is easily the size of a truck, and it's trying to climb up the wall and into the city — which would be, like, a total nightmare for lots of people in Riverview; if some get the heebie jeebies from him, just imagine how they'll feel when an arachnid straight out of Eight Legged Freaks flies in all scary and hairy and ready to snack.
There are a few ways this can go down, none of them pleasant — first, you could be just having a totally chill walk on the outskirts of the town (which why are you, are you nuts) and walk into a scene of Spider-Man trying to pull a huge-ass spider off the wall with his webbings. Or you could be unfortunate enough to get webbed up by this spider yourself when it takes off and decides you look tasty; don't worry, Peter'll get you! Or maybe you even walk in on Spider-Man squirming in a web, looking more like a caught fly; he huffs and puffs and tries to get out while the big-ass spider is preoccupied elsewhere.
Man, he hates spiders.]
2. Why the Heck Is Trail Mix 12 Dollars? | Spider-Man
[And look, not everything he does as Spider-Man has to be fighting and stuff like that. The best heroes, in his opinion, are like the people who run the homeless shelters or the free food stations — those workers are the real deal, the kind of people who are low key Avengers.
If you're visiting the local grocery store for something, you may look up to see this:
What the fuck.
But it's just Spider-Man, doing some light shopping. Not for himself, mind.
Sometimes people need shopping done for them. Judging from the boxes of kid's cereal and colorful children's yogurts and baby shampoo in his cart, it involves an extra bitty being, too.]
3. Choose Your Own Spider-Man Adventure | Spider-Man
[And since he's Spider-Man far too much lately — you got a problem you need help with? Getting mugged? Need help with your stolen bike? Hell, he'll help with just about anything. Sleep, what's sleep? He doesn't need sleep, that's for the unwicked. You know, like that one Cage the Elephants song? Wait, no, he's not wicked. He hopes. God, he's getting tired. He's so tired, y'all.]
4. Like Jacob's Ladder, But No Demon Hobos | Peter Parker
[Peter staggers out of his suit, tucks it into his backpack, and wanders off to the nearest sky or ground tram, nearly hobbling with the weariness in his bones. His eyelids feel like they're twice as big as usual and keep trying to slide shut on him. Checking his wristwatch shows 5 am. He's kind of really glad Aunt May isn't here in this place (she could be dead soon, a little voice in his head says, she could be killed by Thanos and you'll never see her again and you'll be all alone, no more family). He rubs his face and steps into the tram and flops over in a seat —
— and promptly falls asleep. No, that's too kind a way to put it; he practically passes out the moment his ass hits the cushion. And he's so asleep, he entirely ends up missing his stop. Poor kid is literally just a prop for this train at this point, he's not budged an inch from where he's tucked away into his hoodie. H e l p h i m.
Also, check out his nice new blue shoes.]
5. FUBAR Stands for Finally Under Blankets And Resting | Peter Parker
[Wandering back into the apartment at ungodly hours is starting to become more and more typical. It was easy to push 1 or 2 am sometimes before, but now he's found it easier to go a few hours past that. If he goes to sleep at 4 am, he can wake up for school stuff at 7 am, that's three hours of sleep — and then after school he can get some hours in, do his homework, all that fun stuff. He's starting to get his night-owl behaviors down to a science, even if he feels like he's been more irritable than he means to from the weariness, during day hours.
He is walking into community housing now with quiet steps, trying not stir anyone else in the building.
If he can just get to his bed, he can sleep like the dead for a couple hours.
(And then probably wake up late for school, shit.)
His black shoes are really new and nifty — he's got so many now, and most of them make him feel guilty for reasons he doesn't wanna talk about.]
+1. I Broke Someone's Nose and All I Got was This Lousy Prompt | Peter Parker
[At some point, it kind of accumulates. He's mad at himself for being an asshole, he's tired, he's sick of being the nice guy who tries to duck his head and avoid trouble. Today he's in his red shoes, and he kind of is in love with his new red shoes, because they look like converse, and — and, well, he just loves 'em, okay? They remind him of Spider-Man. Did Gamora mean to do that? He thinks maybe she did, since the other two matched his costume, too. He almost wore them over his Spider-Man suit, but then he realized maybe they'd give him away too easy.
He's walking through the Tollbooth Alleyway where those bullies had messed with him before, and for quite a number of days he'd managed to scare them off as Spider-Man so nobody would get messed with. Well? Today is the day they're back. Go figure. He tries his best to ignore them when they wander up beside him — they're usually more chatty than anything else.
"Wow, I can't believe it — new shoes." Ah, yes, that's Len, the douchebag asshole leader-type.
"How many lawns did you mow to get those, Parker?"
So, like. Here's the thing.
At some point after, Len dumps the chilli fries he's eating on Peter's shoe.
He says 'oops' and doesn't mean it.
And then Peter is standing in front of a collapsed bully who is cradling a nose pouring blood.
He's really not sure how he got here, honestly, but it kind of scares him a little. The color drains from his face, and he steps back as one of Len's friends inspects what is probably a broken nose. The other three look at him in awe at how fast he'd lashed out, backing away a few steps; they're looking him up and down like they're trying to decide if he's worth being dog-piled on.
He can't put his tightly wound fist down.
He didn't — mean to? He didn't mean to. He's not supposed to fight back.
They didn't even throw a first punch. He feels a little sick.
... At some point later he'll be scrubbing his shoes clean in the sink. Google advises against throwing them in the wash, so. He's gonna just... clean 'em himself.]
what: Just some Stuff for August, Mainly.
when: Early August! And if there are any closed threads for August, we can do 'em here!
where: Around town, depends on the prompt!
warnings: GIANT SPIDERS. Also going from a chill prompt log to a serious one by the end. Yikes.
Action brackets or prose is cool!
[It kind of just starts happening, over the span of a week or two.
The fact of the matter is, Peter Parker has been spending more time as Spider-Man than as Peter; it's just easier to be in constant duty, always having something to focus on other than his own stupid thoughts. He's been messed up ever since he asked Tony about the future — and that's all on him, not on Mr. Stark, because he knew the moment he walked into Tony's place that he was gonna want the truth no matter what. But it didn't make it any easier to digest, and it didn't make him any more healthy in his working hours.
Mr. Stark wanted him to take it easy, and Peter said he'd try. That was a bold-faced lie.
But what he doesn't know won't hurt him, and Pete's itching to swing around and play pretend.
He'd been putting off or ignoring friends, namely the Guardians — but it's not that he wanted to, exactly. He was just terrified of fucking up and revealing really awful things to them, things he wasn't sure was fair to drop in their lap. "Oh yeah," he could say, "You guys are totally killed by a fucked up purple people eater in the near future!" Who the hell could bring themselves to do that? And who can even keep a straight face? He worried he'd just burst into tears the moment anything was spoken between them, because Peter is a terrible liar, and Peter connects with people too freaking quickly for his own good.
So, you know. Lots of Spider-Man. Peter is almost a ghost around these parts, save for summer school work. He gets in late and leaves early, and it's better this way. It is. It has to be.]
1. Content Warning: Spiders (Yes, This is the Full Name of the Prompt) | Spider-Man
[There's a big freaky spider thing on the edge of town that is easily the size of a truck, and it's trying to climb up the wall and into the city — which would be, like, a total nightmare for lots of people in Riverview; if some get the heebie jeebies from him, just imagine how they'll feel when an arachnid straight out of Eight Legged Freaks flies in all scary and hairy and ready to snack.
There are a few ways this can go down, none of them pleasant — first, you could be just having a totally chill walk on the outskirts of the town (which why are you, are you nuts) and walk into a scene of Spider-Man trying to pull a huge-ass spider off the wall with his webbings. Or you could be unfortunate enough to get webbed up by this spider yourself when it takes off and decides you look tasty; don't worry, Peter'll get you! Or maybe you even walk in on Spider-Man squirming in a web, looking more like a caught fly; he huffs and puffs and tries to get out while the big-ass spider is preoccupied elsewhere.
Man, he hates spiders.]
2. Why the Heck Is Trail Mix 12 Dollars? | Spider-Man
[And look, not everything he does as Spider-Man has to be fighting and stuff like that. The best heroes, in his opinion, are like the people who run the homeless shelters or the free food stations — those workers are the real deal, the kind of people who are low key Avengers.
If you're visiting the local grocery store for something, you may look up to see this:
What the fuck.
But it's just Spider-Man, doing some light shopping. Not for himself, mind.
Sometimes people need shopping done for them. Judging from the boxes of kid's cereal and colorful children's yogurts and baby shampoo in his cart, it involves an extra bitty being, too.]
3. Choose Your Own Spider-Man Adventure | Spider-Man
[And since he's Spider-Man far too much lately — you got a problem you need help with? Getting mugged? Need help with your stolen bike? Hell, he'll help with just about anything. Sleep, what's sleep? He doesn't need sleep, that's for the unwicked. You know, like that one Cage the Elephants song? Wait, no, he's not wicked. He hopes. God, he's getting tired. He's so tired, y'all.]
4. Like Jacob's Ladder, But No Demon Hobos | Peter Parker
[Peter staggers out of his suit, tucks it into his backpack, and wanders off to the nearest sky or ground tram, nearly hobbling with the weariness in his bones. His eyelids feel like they're twice as big as usual and keep trying to slide shut on him. Checking his wristwatch shows 5 am. He's kind of really glad Aunt May isn't here in this place (she could be dead soon, a little voice in his head says, she could be killed by Thanos and you'll never see her again and you'll be all alone, no more family). He rubs his face and steps into the tram and flops over in a seat —
— and promptly falls asleep. No, that's too kind a way to put it; he practically passes out the moment his ass hits the cushion. And he's so asleep, he entirely ends up missing his stop. Poor kid is literally just a prop for this train at this point, he's not budged an inch from where he's tucked away into his hoodie. H e l p h i m.
Also, check out his nice new blue shoes.]
5. FUBAR Stands for Finally Under Blankets And Resting | Peter Parker
[Wandering back into the apartment at ungodly hours is starting to become more and more typical. It was easy to push 1 or 2 am sometimes before, but now he's found it easier to go a few hours past that. If he goes to sleep at 4 am, he can wake up for school stuff at 7 am, that's three hours of sleep — and then after school he can get some hours in, do his homework, all that fun stuff. He's starting to get his night-owl behaviors down to a science, even if he feels like he's been more irritable than he means to from the weariness, during day hours.
He is walking into community housing now with quiet steps, trying not stir anyone else in the building.
If he can just get to his bed, he can sleep like the dead for a couple hours.
(And then probably wake up late for school, shit.)
His black shoes are really new and nifty — he's got so many now, and most of them make him feel guilty for reasons he doesn't wanna talk about.]
+1. I Broke Someone's Nose and All I Got was This Lousy Prompt | Peter Parker
[At some point, it kind of accumulates. He's mad at himself for being an asshole, he's tired, he's sick of being the nice guy who tries to duck his head and avoid trouble. Today he's in his red shoes, and he kind of is in love with his new red shoes, because they look like converse, and — and, well, he just loves 'em, okay? They remind him of Spider-Man. Did Gamora mean to do that? He thinks maybe she did, since the other two matched his costume, too. He almost wore them over his Spider-Man suit, but then he realized maybe they'd give him away too easy.
He's walking through the Tollbooth Alleyway where those bullies had messed with him before, and for quite a number of days he'd managed to scare them off as Spider-Man so nobody would get messed with. Well? Today is the day they're back. Go figure. He tries his best to ignore them when they wander up beside him — they're usually more chatty than anything else.
"Wow, I can't believe it — new shoes." Ah, yes, that's Len, the douchebag asshole leader-type.
"How many lawns did you mow to get those, Parker?"
So, like. Here's the thing.
At some point after, Len dumps the chilli fries he's eating on Peter's shoe.
He says 'oops' and doesn't mean it.
And then Peter is standing in front of a collapsed bully who is cradling a nose pouring blood.
He's really not sure how he got here, honestly, but it kind of scares him a little. The color drains from his face, and he steps back as one of Len's friends inspects what is probably a broken nose. The other three look at him in awe at how fast he'd lashed out, backing away a few steps; they're looking him up and down like they're trying to decide if he's worth being dog-piled on.
He can't put his tightly wound fist down.
He didn't — mean to? He didn't mean to. He's not supposed to fight back.
They didn't even throw a first punch. He feels a little sick.
... At some point later he'll be scrubbing his shoes clean in the sink. Google advises against throwing them in the wash, so. He's gonna just... clean 'em himself.]
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[He shrugs, melting into his jacket a little with a weariness in his eyes. He hates when he gets those stern looks from just about anybody (and May is a pro at it), and for the moment it partly distracts him from the terrible thoughts in his head.]
I-I mean, I know it's late! I promise I'll be hanging out in sleep land by 4:00, okay?
[So don't worry. It's fine, really. It's fine! Everything's fine.]
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[ Still not calling him Little Pete, which isn't surprising, because she doesn't do nicknames in general. ]
What are you doing just passing out like this?
[ And that, finally, bleeds through with some of the more genuine worry. Still careful, still more removed, but it's there. ]
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I'm was not just passed out! I was resting my eyes. Totally different. [He almost panics at the thought of having a bruise on his forehead — but then he remembers no, wait, that was yesterday, that bump's gone now.] I didn't realize it was so late, that's all. Y'know how teenagers are — we're, we're bad at keeping times straight. But I'm still getting decent grades in school! I aced a test today and everything.
... You ever read the Alien Odyssey? It's pretty nifty.
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Like a Terran dog with a bone. Or something. ]
If you were resting your eyes, you wouldn't be jumping up like you're about to start a fight.
[ She purses her lips, then gives his shoe another nudge with her boot. ]
Move over.
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He bites his lip and sits patiently, watching out the opposite window with his pack still in his arms.
Not saying anything isn't usual for him, though, is it? He struggles for a topic.]
Um... What're you doing out here this late?
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I had a late shift with the Guard.
[ She shrugs as she leans back, her head tilted to watch him sidelong. ]
Apparently there was no one to rescue, so it was uneventful.
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... Yeah? Slow night? That's too bad.
But it's good to have someone watching out for the city late, right? People like to be up to no good when everyone's sleeping.
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It's a necessity. The world doesn't stop just because the sun goes down.
[ She just dislikes when it conflicts with getting to see Peter and Groot. ]
But I don't need sleep in the same way others do, so it doesn't bother me.
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... Or SAM for short.
[He flexes his arms at her, rather pathetically considering his big jacket.]
Nothing can get through my insomniac abilities.
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That's a terrible name.
[ most supportive mom ever
But: ]
It looks like the only thing that can get through your "abilities" is your own exhaustion.
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He knows, though.
And his shoulders slump as he looks at his feet, voice small.]
I’m fine. I’m really fine, I just... get over excited about my work. That’s all. I promise I’ll try to look at the clock more.
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… Not that she actively wants him to feel bad, but she wants to emphasize that he should take better care of himself. She already nags Peter about it on occasion (especially when he’s hurt or ill or otherwise neglecting himself), and she doesn’t want to have to do it for this little version.
She considers him silently for a moment longer, then reaches out to him with her pinkie extended.
Pinkie swear to her, Little Pete. Apparently that makes things more binding.
(According to Big Pete.) ]
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His heart beats fast, as he hooks his finger around hers - his hand is shaking, against his every attempt not to let it, to be stronger and better than he is. He feels like he’s gonna bust apart at the seams. His eyes hurt. Stupid. Stupid Peter, with your stupid emotional reactions—
Before she can question it, he darts up and out as the doors begin to close, far sooner than their stop should be. The question is, can she catch the surprisingly quick young man before the doors close on her and the tram pulls away down the track?]