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5 Times Peter Parker was a Kid + 1 Time He Wished He Wasn't
who: Peter Parker, age 9. Comments coming from beforethebite!
what: An NPC hits Spider-Man with a de-aging spell to escape capture.
when: Early October (potentially until end of October)
where: The streets, a playground, school, community housing, etc.
warnings: Not much! Child abduction panic from Peter? A sad kid, from time to time?
1. The Movie 'Taken', Part 50
[This is what happens when you try to arrest a quasi-wizard fugitive. You get magic slammed in your face when you're off your guard, and then you web him up, and then you feel just as sick as when you had that hangover that Shall Not Be Spoken Of. Groaning, he goes back to his apartment and just figures he'll wait and sleep it off. Seemed like just a stun attack, maybe deadly to a normal human? Maybe he should ask Mr. Stark about it... Or something...
Nah, sleep seems more important.
But when he wakes up, all he thinks is where's Ben and May? Usually they nudge him awake for school, make him stumble tiredly to a table to eat some Cinnamon Toast Crunch or something. Maybe it's Saturday? Maybe they can watch morning cartoons together? He squints around, patting where his dresser usually would be, for his glasses. There's no dresser there. He does see the Iron Man toy mask he loves so much, sitting on a little shelf. But the fuzzy world around him is definitely not his apartment. Immediately, May's grave talks about child abduction spring into his head, and his heartbeat quickens.
(He vaguely remembers a man blowing weird sparkly mist into his face; he swears, it sounded like he said something about spiders.)
He's been kidnapped.
Panic overwhelms him, and he leaps up looking around frantically. It doesn't look like a sicko's house. There's nobody around, though, and the front door is right there, so he grabs his Iron Man helmet and makes a run for the door, his eyes wide and full of fear. They could be anywhere here; he needs to find a phone, get a police officer. Right? Right! That's it, Peter. Don't be scared. Be brave, be Iron Man Brave. He puts on his plastic helmet and already feels strong enough to find his family.
He faced drones before; this can't be any worse. And yet the more he walks, the more he realizes... he's not in New York. There are big aliens wandering around, robots who side-eye him, people with pointy ears or bug men. Monsters. One towers over him working its mandibles, and he thinks for sure it's gonna eat him (it yells 'hey kid, are you okay, come back!' in an alien language as he runs away in a panic).
So yeah, there's a kid on the streets; not soweird, in Riverview, what with all the rampant orphans and street hooligans.
But this one seems withdrawn, in a too-big shirt that says 'WHY TO PLANTS HATE MATH? BECAUSE IT GIVES THEM SQUARE ROOTS'.
He ends up crouched behind a garbage can, and from around the corner of it, Iron Man watches with uncertainty.]
2. I Have No Pants And I Must Politely Inquire About Them
[If you're shopping at the corner store, a kid presses his fingers to the front desk and asks the cashier behind his Iron Man mask:]
Excuse me, I—I, um, I don't have any pants. I don't have any money, but I need pants. It's an emergency.
3. School-time Blues
[At some point, the crisis is averted. He's not kidnapped. So that's good. It's hard for Peter to open up to people. He goes to elementary school for the time that he's young, since it only makes sense that he not be in regular high school classes. Most of the kids already have friends they cling to; Peter's never really had a best friend before, just some here and there. He sticks to his corner of the playground, sits nervously in the cafeteria, and wishes he were allowed to hide behind his Iron Man mask for this particular occasion. He misses his uncle and aunt, and he wants to go home.
He ends up building a little robot out of things he's familiar with, because the teacher is nice enough to let him mess with stuff in the science room. She's really impressed, but it's nothing that fancy. He names it Bert, Bert the nervous robot.
He sits on the bench waiting for the bus to pick him up and take him where he's temporarily staying, in the community housing.
When he arrives back to his old rooming area there, he lets Bert the nervous robot run around the building, whirring loudly.
... And yes, he has an Iron Man mask on, and is chasing after it, firing fake lasers from his hands.
He ends up sitting against a hallway huffing and puffing after a very short time, popping his mask open long enough to use his Riverview-patented inhaler.]
4. Neeeeeeerd! (party-sized)
[He ends up at the local playground, where he meets a bunch of really nice kids; some are aliens or not human, and that's kind of freaky, but he's still got his Iron Man mask. It's always made him feel tougher than he is, gave him more confidence to work with. When he introduces himself as Peter, everyone else sort of just adopts him into their group. He makes friends with Lanie and her brothers, and they all run around playing superhero. It's the most fun he's had in a while, even if he ends up out of breath and not really able to keep up very well. He also kind of mixes up some people, because everyone's faces are still flippin' blurry from afar.
He pants, hands on his knees:]
Sorry, I got asthma. And my allergies're pretty bad. I can't do too much.
[He's not sure how, but he ends up sitting on a swingset with a totally intense conversation going on.
Bits and pieces are as follows:]
I've never heard of a Spider-Man before... b-but he can't beat Iron Man. Like, there's no contest... You should have seen him. I bet Iron Man could get to the stars if he tried hard enough. Can Spider-Man take out robots with hand blasts? Can he fly? Or does he, like, shoot webs out of his butt...? Is he hairy like a tarantula...?
5. Wildcard.
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The kid'll be all over, so I'm down for any random prompt you got in mind. Is he visiting? Babysat? Did they visit a comic store?]
+1. Homesickness | Closed to Close CR Who'd Have Him Over At Some Point
[Peter doesn't gravitate towards the roof when he's sad; he's scared of heights. He usually just finds the nearest bed, curling up and trying not to cry. When he went camping once for a week, away from May and Ben, he cried a little then, too. Because it's so scary, being away from the people you know, you know? Even when you're not whisked away to another weird world with aliens and monsters and no signs of normal life. Even when you're just at Camp Hard-To-Pronounce and you're sleeping in a bunking area with other kids... He worried something was gonna happen, like it did Mom or Dad. He missed the smell of May's chicken dinners. He missed Ben's weird cologne smell that adults sprayed so much.
Homesickness was a bitch. And it's one today, too.
He sniffs, cradling his toy helmet, trying to be quiet.]
beforethebite!what: An NPC hits Spider-Man with a de-aging spell to escape capture.
when: Early October (potentially until end of October)
where: The streets, a playground, school, community housing, etc.
warnings: Not much! Child abduction panic from Peter? A sad kid, from time to time?
1. The Movie 'Taken', Part 50
[This is what happens when you try to arrest a quasi-wizard fugitive. You get magic slammed in your face when you're off your guard, and then you web him up, and then you feel just as sick as when you had that hangover that Shall Not Be Spoken Of. Groaning, he goes back to his apartment and just figures he'll wait and sleep it off. Seemed like just a stun attack, maybe deadly to a normal human? Maybe he should ask Mr. Stark about it... Or something...
Nah, sleep seems more important.
But when he wakes up, all he thinks is where's Ben and May? Usually they nudge him awake for school, make him stumble tiredly to a table to eat some Cinnamon Toast Crunch or something. Maybe it's Saturday? Maybe they can watch morning cartoons together? He squints around, patting where his dresser usually would be, for his glasses. There's no dresser there. He does see the Iron Man toy mask he loves so much, sitting on a little shelf. But the fuzzy world around him is definitely not his apartment. Immediately, May's grave talks about child abduction spring into his head, and his heartbeat quickens.
(He vaguely remembers a man blowing weird sparkly mist into his face; he swears, it sounded like he said something about spiders.)
He's been kidnapped.
Panic overwhelms him, and he leaps up looking around frantically. It doesn't look like a sicko's house. There's nobody around, though, and the front door is right there, so he grabs his Iron Man helmet and makes a run for the door, his eyes wide and full of fear. They could be anywhere here; he needs to find a phone, get a police officer. Right? Right! That's it, Peter. Don't be scared. Be brave, be Iron Man Brave. He puts on his plastic helmet and already feels strong enough to find his family.
He faced drones before; this can't be any worse. And yet the more he walks, the more he realizes... he's not in New York. There are big aliens wandering around, robots who side-eye him, people with pointy ears or bug men. Monsters. One towers over him working its mandibles, and he thinks for sure it's gonna eat him (it yells 'hey kid, are you okay, come back!' in an alien language as he runs away in a panic).
So yeah, there's a kid on the streets; not soweird, in Riverview, what with all the rampant orphans and street hooligans.
But this one seems withdrawn, in a too-big shirt that says 'WHY TO PLANTS HATE MATH? BECAUSE IT GIVES THEM SQUARE ROOTS'.
He ends up crouched behind a garbage can, and from around the corner of it, Iron Man watches with uncertainty.]
2. I Have No Pants And I Must Politely Inquire About Them
[If you're shopping at the corner store, a kid presses his fingers to the front desk and asks the cashier behind his Iron Man mask:]
Excuse me, I—I, um, I don't have any pants. I don't have any money, but I need pants. It's an emergency.
3. School-time Blues
[At some point, the crisis is averted. He's not kidnapped. So that's good. It's hard for Peter to open up to people. He goes to elementary school for the time that he's young, since it only makes sense that he not be in regular high school classes. Most of the kids already have friends they cling to; Peter's never really had a best friend before, just some here and there. He sticks to his corner of the playground, sits nervously in the cafeteria, and wishes he were allowed to hide behind his Iron Man mask for this particular occasion. He misses his uncle and aunt, and he wants to go home.
He ends up building a little robot out of things he's familiar with, because the teacher is nice enough to let him mess with stuff in the science room. She's really impressed, but it's nothing that fancy. He names it Bert, Bert the nervous robot.
He sits on the bench waiting for the bus to pick him up and take him where he's temporarily staying, in the community housing.
When he arrives back to his old rooming area there, he lets Bert the nervous robot run around the building, whirring loudly.
... And yes, he has an Iron Man mask on, and is chasing after it, firing fake lasers from his hands.
He ends up sitting against a hallway huffing and puffing after a very short time, popping his mask open long enough to use his Riverview-patented inhaler.]
4. Neeeeeeerd! (party-sized)
[He ends up at the local playground, where he meets a bunch of really nice kids; some are aliens or not human, and that's kind of freaky, but he's still got his Iron Man mask. It's always made him feel tougher than he is, gave him more confidence to work with. When he introduces himself as Peter, everyone else sort of just adopts him into their group. He makes friends with Lanie and her brothers, and they all run around playing superhero. It's the most fun he's had in a while, even if he ends up out of breath and not really able to keep up very well. He also kind of mixes up some people, because everyone's faces are still flippin' blurry from afar.
He pants, hands on his knees:]
Sorry, I got asthma. And my allergies're pretty bad. I can't do too much.
[He's not sure how, but he ends up sitting on a swingset with a totally intense conversation going on.
Bits and pieces are as follows:]
I've never heard of a Spider-Man before... b-but he can't beat Iron Man. Like, there's no contest... You should have seen him. I bet Iron Man could get to the stars if he tried hard enough. Can Spider-Man take out robots with hand blasts? Can he fly? Or does he, like, shoot webs out of his butt...? Is he hairy like a tarantula...?
5. Wildcard.
[Got a specific starter you wanna do? Just hit me up at
The kid'll be all over, so I'm down for any random prompt you got in mind. Is he visiting? Babysat? Did they visit a comic store?]
+1. Homesickness | Closed to Close CR Who'd Have Him Over At Some Point
[Peter doesn't gravitate towards the roof when he's sad; he's scared of heights. He usually just finds the nearest bed, curling up and trying not to cry. When he went camping once for a week, away from May and Ben, he cried a little then, too. Because it's so scary, being away from the people you know, you know? Even when you're not whisked away to another weird world with aliens and monsters and no signs of normal life. Even when you're just at Camp Hard-To-Pronounce and you're sleeping in a bunking area with other kids... He worried something was gonna happen, like it did Mom or Dad. He missed the smell of May's chicken dinners. He missed Ben's weird cologne smell that adults sprayed so much.
Homesickness was a bitch. And it's one today, too.
He sniffs, cradling his toy helmet, trying to be quiet.]
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Yeah...! Then I can, um, I can... try to find a phone. I know my uncle's number; he can come pick me up.
[A nervous pause, and he looks around, like he's trying to make sure someone dangerous isn't close by.]
... I think — I think someone kidnapped me.
[O h d e a r.]
no subject
Hawke gently steers Peter towards the children's section before she starts talking again.]
Why do you think that? Did someone grab you?
no subject
[He quickly adds, gripping the fabric as he walks alongside her:]
I'm not hurt, though! I ran outta there as soon as I woke up.
no subject
With no pants. Odd... but at least you're not hurt. [The no pants part really, really worries her, but the kid doesn't seem hurt or traumatized. Given how weird the details of this story are, she's going to avoid assuming the worst for right now.] Where did you wake up? Can you tell me what you saw around you?
no subject
A kitty poster on the wall?
[That's not, like, the most useful information.]
... I can't see very good without my glasses. It was in an apartment, though. A kinda bricky one? And, um. Um. I was too freaked out to stay and look around more...
[It's apologetically spoken. He knows these kinds of things are important.
And really, he would have known more if he could see better!]
no subject
It's okay. What matters is that you got out of there.
[They arrive at the kids' section, and Hawke steers them towards the area marketed for boys. Not that it should matter much at their age, but whatever.]
What's your name, kiddo?
no subject
He glances up at the question, popping his helmet open.
Manners are important; Ben's gotten on him before, introducing himself with the helmet on.]
... M'name's Peter. Parker. It's nice to meet you.
no subject
Yep, that's Peter.
Her eyes widen for a fraction of a moment before she schools herself. Shit, what the fuck? Why is Peter tinier? How did this- wait, he said something about someone throwing something in his face and not feeling well. If this isn't magic of some kind, she'll eat her staff. This might require a consultation with Dorian and maybe others at Gramarye to figure out, but for now, Hawke puts on a smile.]
Well hello, Peter. My name is Hawke. [Well, at least she knows now he wasn't actually kidnapped. Despite how much weirder it got, it at least became a shade less alarming.]
no subject
Hawke... That's a really cool name. Um. Hi, Hawke!
Do you — uuuh. After we get pants, could I... may I use your phone, to call my uncle, Ben?
no subject
[Uh oh. Crap. Does she drop the truth on him now, or wait? And how to word it if she does...]
Sure, we can try. But pants first. I'm sure your uncle won't be too pleased to see you show up in just a shirt.
no subject
[He looks helplessly at the pants section, unsure where to even start.]
no subject
[Unacceptable. Hawke looks around until she spots a few pairs of pants down a way that look a bit more colorful.]
What about those?
no subject
Usually it's the shirts that're fun. Pants are just... pants.
[Very useful response, yes, thanks, Pete.]
You don't think they're... too purple? Kids aren't gonna make fun of me, are they?
no subject
[Clearly she needs to start her own line of children's clothing.
...no one let her do that, for the love of everything.]
Not if you have a shirt that matches. And if they still make fun of you purely because you're not wearing boo-ooo-o-ooring pants, well, then they're ridiculous.
no subject
And then sheepishly says:]
I think they'll work. I dunno what my size is anyway, but I'm real skinny. So I fit in most stuff. [He clears his throat.] But I'll definitely get a lot taller and bigger, so it's alright if I'm slow catching up.
[He picks up a shirt and holds it up.]
... What's this one say?
[He may or may not be squinting more, like he can't see it properly. No biggie.]
no subject
She takes a smaller pair off the rack and holds it up to him. As she does, she looks up and sees what he's asking her about.
"It says 'There is a fine line between numerator and denominator'." She tilts her head curiously. "Is... that a fractions joke?"
no subject
It's more than obvious he thinks this shirt is the bee's knees.]
... Y-yeah, it is! Don't you think it's awesome? Whoever made this one should get a medal. Like. King of T-Shirts.
[He's easily impressed by math nerds, leave him alone.]
no subject
[Hawke barely gets it, but at least she was lucky enough to even know what fractions are. ]
Would you like to wear it?
no subject
Yeah...! If it's — cheap. It's cheap enough, right? To buy?
[Apparently he's worried this dorky-ass shirt is a fifty bucks or something.]
... Then we can look for a funny shirt for you.
no subject
[She has no idea how much it actually costs, but even if it's expensive she's still going to buy it.]
I suppose it'd only be fair. I could use a funny shirt or two, and I'll leave it up to your wonderful sense of humor to decide what's funny or not.
no subject
Because... well... He might as well speak up about something else he's missing.]
Can I be real honest about something, before we do...? In case, um, it's a big problem later...
no subject
[Says she, the hypocrite. But hey, it's the perk of being an adult. Do as she says and not as she does and all that.]
no subject
This is clearly something to keep on the down low.]
... I can't see. I mean — I, I don't have my glasses, so...
So everything's really blurry. And I can't see things very good.
no subject
And yeah, Hawke's a tad concerned. Glasses aren't extremely commonplace where she's from, though not as rare as they used to be. Slowly developing medieval fantasy world, blah blah blah. But she's seen them plenty here and knows that people rely on them heavily.]
Well that won't do. And you didn't see any when you woke up? Can we get you a new pair?
no subject
I didn't see any, but... I don't know... I could have missed them? I — I don't wanna go back to the place I woke up; whoever took me might still be there.
[Stranger danger rule 101, you know?]