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-- An Indie, Semi-Selective, Roleplay blog for both MCU and TASM Peter Parker/Spider-Man. Primarily canon and headcanon fueled, with some comic influences for both muses. Please check out the links below.
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My muse is woken up from a particularly vivid and terrifying nightmare. Send “shh, you’re okay.” to calm and comfort them.
Send ‘It’s okay. You’re okay.’ for the reverse for your muse waking up from a particularly vivid and terrifying nightmare. And for my muse to comfort your muse.
༘⋆｡ where it hurts starters.
caretaker.
i'll stay until you fall asleep.
you're not a burden. not to me.
you don't have to act tough with me.
let me help.
if you need to cry, i'll look the other way.
you don't have to talk.
let me handle it, just for a minute.
rest, i'll watch over you.
i don't care if you think you're fine. i'm staying.
deep breaths.
just lean on me.
you're safe now, okay? just breathe.
i know it hurts. i'll sit here as long as it takes.
i'm not leaving until i know you're okay.
you don't need to hide.
let me take care of you this time.
shh. i'm right here.
you don't have to put on a smile for me.
i don't think less of you.
i'll be here when you wake up.
you're allowed to lean on me. that's what i'm here for.
you don't have to be okay.
scoot over, i'm not letting you sleep alone.
your hair's a mess. let me brush it.
don't apologize.
cared for.
i'm tired, that's all.
please don't go.
i don't know what i need.
you didn't need to come.
you shouldn't have to see me like this.
i hate feeling like this.
i was trying to push through. i think i made it worse.
this is so embarrassing.
can you just... stay a little longer?
i didn't think anyone would notice...
i'm not safe in my own head right now.
why are you being so gentle with me?
i don't want you to fix me.
today's just... one of the harder days.
i didn't know i needed to hear that.
can you stay? after i fall asleep?
sorry. i didn't mean to flinch.
i don't always know what's going to help.
this is the nicest anyone’s been to me all week.
i'm sorry. i know i'm a lot.
i don't even know why i'm crying...
i think i'm broken.
you didn't have to do all this for me.
i don't want to be a burden.
i didn't think anyone would stay.
"STOP PUTTING YOURSELF INTO DANGER!" PROMPTS * assorted dialogue for expressing your fear that the person you care about might get themselves hurt if they keep acting like this, adjust as necessary
i thought i told you to stay back.
i love you too much to let you get hurt like this.
this affects me, too, you know.
every time you leave, i sit up all night waiting, praying you'll come back alive.
you keep pulling stunts like this and something bad will happen.
do you have a death wish or something?
this isn't fair to me.
i deserve better than this.
i didn't get any sleep last night because i was so worried about you.
you promised me you'd stop going out at night.
i don't like hearing this.
you've been risking your life, and for what? so you can feel like a goddamn hero?
i said i would handle it.
what the fuck are you doing here?
you told me you'd stay put.
so much for laying low.
you remember how bad it was last time.
seems like you haven't learned anything.
i believe you promised me you'd lay low.
i can't keep doing this.
don't give me that look.
we'll discuss this later.
this stops now.
i'm tired of picking up the pieces once you've left.
you keep throwing yourself into danger.
you don't give a shit about yourself, do you?
i'm sitting here, worried out of my mind, while you're out doing god knows what.
that was really stupid of you, and you know it.
i thought you knew better than this.
what's your excuse this time?
you do realize what this does to me, right? seeing you get hurt like this? you know it hurts me, too?
you really don't give a shit how this affects me, huh.
that was the dumbest possible thing you could have done.
i need you to stop throwing yourself into harm's way.
that was completely unnecessary.
they had it handled.
you didn't need to step in like that.
why do you think you're invincible?
the last time you pulled a stunt like this, it nearly got you killed.
i can't just sit here and watch you get hurt.
what are you trying to prove?
you just like fucking with my heart, don't you.
this shit hurts me, too, you know.
you're not the only one affected by this shit.
you've got a lot of people counting on you to come home every night.
what happens if you don't come back?
you think we can just carry on without you?
you think i can handle things if you end up dead?
i'm not sticking around to watch you get hurt.
you're not even slick.
you think you're invincible, don't you.
quit pretending you've got everything under control.
let someone else do it for a change.
you can't keep putting yourself through shit like this and expect me to just sit back and watch.
i'm done with this.
next time you do this, i'm not coming back.
promise me this is the end.
look me in the eyes and tell me you'll stop doing this.
let the authorities deal with it.
you're making a big mistake.
is it worth dying for?
i've dealt with enough pain over the years.
random misc dialogue … sentence starters
“No, you’re hurt.”
“Don’t touch me.”
“You stole my heart.”
“Oh, yeah? Make me.”
“Don’t talk back to me.”
“Oh, sure, you bet’cha.”
“You’re so broken inside.”
“You can’t go in there alone.”
“Stop looking at me like that.”
“You can’t tell me what to do.”
“Don’t you have things to do?”
“If you fall, I’m going to laugh.”
“You’re such a dork. I love you.”
“Have you ever gone stargazing?”
“Like you would ever understand…”
“I just want to know what happened.”
“No, there’s nothing wrong with you.”
“You have the worst sense of humor.”
“Do you want to go on an adventure?”
“Did you ever find out why they did it?”
“I don’t need a hug. I need vengeance.”
“You have the best smile I’ve ever seen.”
“How long are you going to stand there?”
“You’re so painfully oblivious some days.”
“Do you need me to back you up on this?”
“You’re not royalty, stop acting like you are.”
“Did you lose your glasses/cane/mobility aid?”
“I just need to rant for a second, is that okay?”
“If you’re gonna be such a chicken, just leave.”
“You’re the most beautiful soul I’ve ever seen.”
“Yup, I heard it as soon as I said it, just let it go.”
“I don’t have proof, but I need you to believe me.”
“When was the last time you actually felt happy?”
“Yeah, I’m weak. What’s wrong with being weak?”
“How have you survived on your own for so long?”
“I really think you’re blowing this out of proportion.”
“I just want you to know I’m here… if you need me.”
“Look me in the eyes and say that again, I dare you.”
“I feel like I’d find more lively company in a cemetery.”
“Are you really sorry? Or just sorry you were caught?”
“You’re really not worth all this of this. You’re just not.”
“I know its dangerous… that’s why I brought you along.”
“How have you stayed so gentle through everything…?”
“Being a jerk isn’t the same as being strong, you know.”
“You’re a better person than you give yourself credit for.”
“Thanks for sticking with me. I know it hasn’t been easy.”
“I keep having the same nightmare. And it just won’t stop.”
“Are you actually living, or are you just fighting to survive?”
“Nothing wrong with admitting you need a hand sometimes.”
“Hey, if you need to bare your chest, I’m right here. I’ll listen.”
“I just want to eat pizza and pass out, is that too much to ask?”
“I needed you to know… you’re the most important part of my life.”
“Don’t tell me you’re being honest, because you’ve done nothing but lie.”
“Okay, maybe we all just need to step back and calm down for a minute.”
“I know its been a long time, and I’m sorry to show up out of the blue, but — “
“I just need to be wrapped up in a hug and squeezed back into my body, please.”
“I’m going to be here for you, no matter what. Come hell or high water, I’ve got your back.”
“I’m tired of being strong all the time. When is it my turn to break down and be told, ‘its okay, you did your best”?
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SPIDER-MAN: NO WAY HOME 2021, dir. Jon Watts
THE AMAZING SPIDER-MAN (2012) dir. Marc Webb
He trusted his warriors, and he trusted them fully: he had taken over the company and the country with some of them and he had witnessed the skill of the others personally, enough so that he was confident they could protect everyone else.
He didn't entirely trust their morals with outsiders, of course, but that was a work in progress.
He trusted his own, however, and his own principles, and his word: having told Peter he was going to let him go, he would keep it. Not that he'd been given any reason to change his mind, so far: only a confirmation of his suspicions.
"I really am not." He replied, even noticing the step back, and choosing not to move, neither back nor forward. "I like being a man of my word, and being honest as well: it helps in business and beyond it." And then, "One needs to have some principles, even when one fights for money."
Which was the basis of it all, wasn't it?
"Go." He told Peter, softly. "If you'd rather. Otherwise I will leave first, but I will not chase you."
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There would be no chase and Peter could almost let out a breath of relief. Glad to have at least one person, one group, that wasn't going to chase him down and let him leave when he wanted to. If he wanted to. He took another step back, and then a second, and accepted he could go, "For what it's worth," he shrugged a shoulder and shoved his hands into his pockets, "I think I like you better than any of the other guys." he offered, and hesitated, "Be careful...all of you." before jumping up to the fire escape he'd reached and climbing up it. He couldn't say that he trusted the other fully, but if he had to pick who to cross paths with? Peter had a clear preference now in terms of the groups sometimes running through New York.
......
.....or shooting in it, as it turned out.
When his senses hummed with danger not that far away, Peter was counting change he'd gathered over the course of the morning and debating what was worth picking up and what wasn't. It shot up a long his neck before the sounds of gunfire hit the air, before people started realizing those really were guns they were hearing. Before they started trying to run or get inside any of the shops to clear the area as tires screeched. More people stumbling onto whatever was happening and trying to get out of it, and Peter was up and trying to move towards it. Helping pull people up who were nearly falling down and telling them to keep going as he picked his way towards the sounds of the fight.
The cars and vans that were on the street were vaguely recognizable in the same way all dark and unmarked vehicles were to him at this point, and he couldn't begin to guess who it was even as his senses continued "tagging" them each as a threat. On the other side of the fight, the ones in the helmets? In the masks that he recognized and had a name for? Peter was slightly surprised to not have them stirring up the same senses of warning, but relieved that seemed to still be the case. Mandalorians were still the safe ones, good to know.
He didn't know where they came from or why they were fighting, but he did see someone trying to get out of a car too close to the gunfire. Looking like it had been crashed into as people tried to stop when the fight broke out and bent the door inward. A quick look around for cover, for openings, and Peter ducked along the parked cars to make it over to the side of the road where the car was. His hand stuck to the handle of the door and he pulled, hard, and felt it come away and break off of the hinge. The two people inside were helped to crawl out of it as he looked through the opposite window, trying to spot anyone else who was stuck.
|| @vizslajetii ||
Peter had gotten closer, and now he was louder. Maybe Billy just didn't have the energy, but the thoughts seeped in. It wasn't so much-?
Well, he'd been expecting anger. Disgust, maybe, sure Peter was used to witches and his craft, but maybe he just assumed there would be a limit. There was always a limit. A limit to how strange he could be before mom freaked out, a limit on dad's stupid jokes. A limit to how long he could stand PE with all the hyped up teenagers running into each other, running into him.
Peter's mind wasn't angry. It wasn't disgusted or furious. He barely got any whiffs of pity. The words that came through to his mind were softer.
Broken in a way that had nothing to do with disgust.
Peter going through the motions was one thing. The thoughts arising on their own was another. Following through was yet a third thing. He glanced over as Peter scooted over, fingers brushing over his sleeve. It was enough, no skin contact that made his mind a live wire. But it was nice.
He swallowed, and said quietly. "Thanks...."
The lean against Billy wasn’t heavy and the grip he had on the jacket sleeve was loose enough it wouldn’t take much to pull away and for a moment Peter thought that might happen. Like with a lot of things, he wasn't sure if there was more he could do, and if he was being honest with himself he knew that there wasn't, but it did look like it helped. At least a little. Because it was a soft response when he got it, almost small, but there had been one, and Billy didn't pull away. For just a moment, Peter leaned against him a little more before easing back again. Not scooting away, just leaning less, "You're welcome." he didn't let go of the sleeve yet, just in case the small contact was still wanted.
For a few more moments he didn't say anything before Peter looked at Billy, giving a small raise of his shoulders and offered, "...do you still wanna talk about the dreams? I'm still up for hearing about them if you do." if it was just to talk about them being weird, or actually try and work out what in the world they were, or just to have something to talk about at all. They could still be nothing or something, or maybe some of both. Some dream logic weirdness and scraps of things that actually did happen in the Anomaly- in the hex, he was going to need to get used to thinking of it as that, "If you don't, we don't have to but, if you do I'll still listen."
|| @billyktothemax ||
Genetics was always a concerning road to take: Tarre had some teams on it, of course he did, when so many of his people had been around enough situations and came from different enough backgrounds that the idea of knowing what happened to their DNA was both a matter of knowledge owed to them and a way to ensure they would have medical care tailored to them, when they needed it.
But somehow he didn't think Oscorp was looking into that kind of research, all in all.
"They did appear to be very determined people. They have the means and quite likely the motivation, and I don't think we might like the results if they succeed." He considered, easily. "Or maybe we would, my people keep recruiting from labs more often than their directives would find calming."
Because he did mean it: as long as they contributed, he would welcome most people. And battle was not the only path, despite his people's slow to change ways.
That SHIELD wasn't gone was a welcome confirmation, for all he hadn't entirely believed they would be. Those kinds of organizations never did.
"Staten Island... that is good to know. And fret not, ad'ika." He added, tone easy. "They are not the first intelligence company we've worked with, nor the first that eyes us warily. We work all across the globe." He went on, and then smiled, and the smile was fierce. "I have full trust on the might of my warriors, if they try anything, for all they should know better than to do so."
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Determined was one word that could be used for Oscorp, Peter was pretty sure that he preferred dangerous but determined was one of the nicer words that he’d heard used for them. Especially on the news or in papers from scientists describing their work. They were determined to get results, to see a change, to find an answer. A vague nod was given in agreement with it, and watched the man smile when he spoke about the other Mandalorians. About his warriors. Looking confident about it, about his company. Peter wished he could feel the same way when it came to standing up to SHIELD and not feeling like he had to worry about them. Maybe it was because he’d been with them for so long, or from reading some of the leaked files and documents that were released to the public before it supposedly fell. Seen the full scope of what they’d done and heard the kind of lies they told. Willingly. Intentionally. Before anyone even realized that Hydra was pulling some of the strings.
He was glad at least someone wasn’t scared of them.
“Well then you probably know everything else I would know about them.” Peter stated instead, shrugging a little. Those were the only names he knew for sure of the people who had been after him over the past few years, and most of what he knew about the unknown ones wasn't that much different. He watched the other again instead, half still waiting for the other shoe to drop. For there being some kind of catch waiting to be mentioned. That he didn’t have enough information to offer, that it was suspected that he actually knew more than that, or maybe the man’s mind had been changed and getting on good terms with a now even more hidden SHIELD was more appealing than not. There was still nothing, not a peep of warning, not a gesture to suggest he was going to try anything.
A cautious, half step back was taken anyways, just to be sure, “So…you’re really not going to make me go anywhere?”
|| @vizslajetii ||
"Oh wow..." Karen flipped her phone horizontal to watch the view pan over the crowd. There are a lot more people than when Karen was driven in this morning for trial. Fisk agreeing to testify must have drawn a major crowd and that was before Matt admitted to being Daredevil. With a Daredevil support crowd already gathered outside the building on Karen's behalf this morning she stepped out of the cruiser to walk in with Kirsten, it wasn't surprising the rebellion leader's secret identity reveal poured out even more red and black clad protestors.
People were angry and exhausted, they had been for a long time and with Fisk finally exposed, they had a focus for that rage.
Karen looked over her shoulder to see how plans were shaping up. Matt's suit was a clear answer. People were going to get hurt; the large amount of task force in the building weren't going to let the protestors inside without a fight.
"I think one of Fisk's men got hit, but they're holed up in the courtroom. It wasn't fatal, at least not right away from what I could tell." She hadn't seen much, fixated on staring down Fisk and his team in the lobby before Matt pulled her away from the doors and they all ran for the judges chambers. He explained what happened with Bullseye; did that make Matt and Dex some sort of even now?
"Definitely grab the closest med kit, but don't worry about the other ones. 0With those shots fired at least one ambulance will already be on its way and others will come. We can use the kit in an emergency if we have to but you might find someone who needs it first."
Matt touched her shoulder to garner her attention, mouthing Spider-Man? and pointed to the carpet in a mimed question if he was coming. Karen nodded and turned the phone so he could hear the video of the crowd. Everyone confirmed the plan in the office before Karen shut and locked the door.
"Matt and Jess just left to scout out first and try to stop people from trying to reach Fisk. Judging by that message he just put out, he's not going to leave here quietly." She risked peering out the window. "Matt said Bullseye left immediately. It's not like he'd stick around and help out... But you don't have to keep an eye out." Peter's senses were great to employ when fighting a master marksman. Thankfully, he wouldn't be.
"Okay, got it." he wasn't going to be nearly as good as an ambulance if things were really bad for someone, but at least it was something. A web was shot and Peter jumped forward to swing through to head for the nearest bag, giving another glance down at the street below just to keep track of everything that was happening. He hoped that no one needed the kit at all, he could see the members of the task force standing in front of the doors to keep people out. Forming a line, just like they had the night Karen was caught. Peter had been across town when it happened then but he was relieved he was closer this time. Just in case any extra hands were needed, for whatever that ended up being.
He landed and grabbed the bag from its stashed place on a rooftop as the next update came in and he shook his head, double checking that the med kit was there and turning to finish the trek to the court house, "Going by how many people are out here, I don't think anyone expects him to go quietly." just going by what happened every time Fisk had been in the news and his cards were falling down around him, it wasn't going to be easy. Peter remembered when May was watching the news the first time he'd been arrested, nearly escaping all the way back then before the newly named Daredevil stopped him. There was no way Fisk was just going to hand back New York now that he had it.
"I guess he's not really the sticking around type." he responded about Bullseye, and that really was some good news. A marksman taking shots was not going to help things right now, "Then again, I guess that's kinda my thing, so it's good that I made it out here for some of that instead." the roar of the crowd below was louder once he reached the steps, rising up and filling the air. Peter dropped down to a nearby lamppost and crouched down on the top of it. Where he could see the crowd and the task force agents, not sure that anyone had noticed him. Not yet, he guessed for once he sort of blended in, "I've got eyes on stuff out here, it doesn't look like anyone is hurt but that ambulance is out here waiting and ready to go." he looked up towards the courthouse, not sure which window was to the right room Karen was in and not sure if she could see him either, "You guys still good?"
|| @deservetoknow ||
@localwebslingers [tasm!peter] asked; "Bloody"
Send "bloody" for a starter where my muse is absolutely drenched in blood.
There was something very wrong going on and sometimes Peter really hated it when he was right about that.
Usually when his senses picked up on some kind of trouble, he had half an idea of what to expect when he got there but this? There was nothing under his belt that could really brace him to have that buzzing warning of a possible threat leading him to a pigeon coop up on a rooftop. Not even when he saw the blood smeared on the door and floor, saw glimpses of it in some of the cages that were disturbingly empty. What could only properly be called distressed bird noises coming from inside, ranging from strained cooing that was honestly haunting to have to hear, to the stressed flapping of wings to try and find an escape where there wasn’t one. Inside was still where the sense was leading him and if he was going to be looking out for the neighborhood and willing to help terrified and claw happy cats out of trees? Then yeah, Peter could help some of the local pigeons too.
He was not prepared, “...Miguel?” covered in blood, coated in it, not at all looking like himself and grabbing for another bird to go with what had to be the last remains of the missing ones around the floor. This was comfortably slotting at number two of disturbing animal sights Peter had to bear witness to. The first spot still went to Freddy the mouse, it was always going to be Freddy but this was a close second.
Both his hands came up as he watched the other Spider, taking a slow step inside, “Okay, easy there buddy. Pigeons are friends, not food. These ones look like they might be cared about too and I think you’re going to feel really bad about this one as it is in the morning.” Peter was keeping his voice calm but trying to keep the focus on him. Because his spider sense was still going, tagging an ally and arguably an actual friend, one of the few he had, as a threat and a danger, and yeah, maybe he was ready to fire off a web to save that very freaked out looking pigeon from being the next one to be killed. He was pretty sure he'd be forgiven for that later, “I know it’s not your favorite activity, ever, but how about we just talk for a second, and see if maybe we can get you something like a pizza instead.” he tried, watching the red glinting eyes and seeing the fangs and he couldn’t stop himself, “And please tell me I don’t have to find a way to bring Morbius up here because none of us are going to enjoy that. Trust me.”
|| @iobartach ||
He was ready for pretty much anything. For Peter to decide this was the straw that destroyed everything. For Peter say this was enough.
This thing, this history, showed him a parasite. He was something that had clung to this body when it wasn't his, if Agatha was to be believed, and there was no reason for her not to. She only lied when people called her a liar, so she said. He made this vessel his, she said, it wasn't as if anyone else wanted it.
But his parents wanted it. He could hear them begging, still, in his darkest nightmares, begging for their son to come back. And he had tried, tried so hard.
He didn't know that he wasn't their son. He just knew he had something to make up for, because whatever he was doing, it wasn't good enough. He could still hear his mother's inner voice, the way she begged and cried inside her head, and it echoed inside his skull. Now Peter knew, and there wasn't anything that he could do about it. It was in the open, that was that.
"No," He admitted. Billy rubbed a hand over his arm, holding on to his shoulder as worry gripped him. "I got flashes, maybe, but all I saw was like, a hand, maybe. I don't know anything about where Tommy is or his new face."
He closed his own mind as best as he could, preferring to be in the dark tresses of his own thoughts, now more than ever. He heard his parents' rejection often enough, he didn't need to hear Peter's too, on top of it. Maybe Peter would ghost him, just say 'see you' for now then never show up again. Maybe peter would prefer the slow trickle off of friendship, saying no a bit more often until it was expected and he just gently disappeared from Billy's life. He could have an outburst now, it was more likely, but really there were a thousand options for Peter to shuffle through.
He wasn't sure what angle Peter was going for, when the other did finally speak. Billy's mouth twitched. "Y-yeah? I'm fine. I'm totally fine, I'm good."
Fine. Totally fine. Good. With a barely there smile and Peter knew it wasn’t a real one because he used the same smile for years. Back when he came home from school after being bullied so his aunt didn’t worry, after Tony’s funeral so people would stop asking him about it, when his own gym class and teacher chanted for him to climb the wall and someone called him a freak for it after. When people in his classes now noticed he looked tired, and stressed, and stretched thin. It was that fake smile that people hoped was enough -
‘-but you’re not fine, are you? I never am when I say it like that either-’
-and Peter didn’t think he had any room to talk. He felt like he was on the verge of collapsing and breaking when he smiled like that and Billy was his friend. Peter was worried about him. About how he always seemed so nervous talking about himself, how sad and hurt he looked talking about Tommy and having only seen maybe a hand stretched out at some point was so little to go on that Peter felt stressed about it on Billy’s behalf. About how it sounded like no one else was helping him, or knew to, or maybe even would. About how Peter had this twisting, knotting feeling that Billy expected him to just leave now. Because that’s what Peter would think, too, he would think they wanted nothing to do with him ever again-
‘-I don’t wanna leave... I'm not leaving-’
Peter had no idea if Billy was the hugging type, it never really came up. Ned had been, MJ had, even Tony after the Blip had been reversed. Peter wasn’t sure about Billy though so he hesitated, just for a moment, before reaching and tugging on Billy’s jacket sleeve, keeping hold of it. Carefully, not wanting to ruin it because Billy went through jackets like Peter went through two dollar coffees on patrol, and then leaned against him gently. To try and offer some kind of reassurance, not really sure what to try and say, everything sounded cheesy or flat in his head when he tried to think of something. So he was just going to sit there for a minute, and if Billy wanted to talk about hexes and weird mailmen more then they would, and if he didn’t then…well they could talk about something else instead.
|| @billyktothemax ||
"Riiight..." Karen answered sarcastically, looking over her shoulder and smiling like they were all part of a little joke. He wasn't friends with Spider-Woman and Karen didn't work with Spider-Woman's blackmailer. According to his thin file, Peter and Gwen were friends based on school, not a Spider-Woman meet cute where she saved his life. There was mention of the dynasty of Osborn amid their friends, but Harry hadn't been in the city lately. The firm represented Oscorp from time to time when Norman couldn't buy his way out of a lawsuit.
She kept ahold of the backpack strap with one hand subconsciously while it is was over her shoulder, a habit from carrying hers to school. There could be something important in Peter's bag, but she doubted it. Gwen left him at the scene pretty quick and hadn't taken it with her. They could be close enough friends she trusted him with potential dangerous materials... but it seemed more than likely the contents were plain. Typical high school mathlete stuff.
"There's a funny thing about giving statements – they change all the time." Karen had walked back to the cluster of buildings she'd been watching from before, leaning her shoulder against the wall.
"This best friend of mine from before, he has a law firm I started working at after we met. That's where I learned statements, even after they're written down, are really just stories. So, Peter, did you tell an interesting story?"
She kept smiling like she was in on a joke, in on a secret, and it made Peter just want to shrink more. Made him wish that Gwen had stuck around, or taken him with her so he didn’t have to do things like answer questions to paramedics, and police officers, and women who borrowed caps before stealing people’s backpacks so they had to go along with it. They were still going too, further away from the crowd, further away from line of sight and he should just leave, right? That would be the smart thing to do, to just forget the bag and what was in it and just leave. Go home, take the N line back to Queens and text Gwen later to make sure she got back safe too. Or found out what was happening with the weird magic death saw that casually tore through city busses, that could also be what his night was.
Besides, he couldn’t afford to lose the textbooks or his vaguely held together laptop that were in there, so along he went.
The buildings they finally stopped at could still see the commotion from the accident, if it could be called that. Contorted and warped metal of the bus stretching up and out above the heads of the crowd and flashing lights from the police and ambulance casting shadows at bizarre angles and making them dance around. Peter looked at those instead of the woman, and at her question he made himself shrug, “Sure, I guess. Same one everyone else told.” he did tell a story, too, she was right about that. Part of one, he denied seeing Spider-Woman, or knowing why she was there when it should have been obvious, where she might have gone, lying about some of what he saw. People didn’t question you when a lot of things happened and you were overwhelmed, he learned that when people questioned him back in the hospital after prom, “Why were you wearing a hat for the NYPD and pretending to be an officer if you work for a law firm?” he countered, eyes still on one of the shadows jerking back and forth in the dim emergency lights, “Isn’t it a crime or something to pretend to be law enforcement when you aren’t?”
|| @deservetoknow ||
Local for the planet, of course, and after a moment Yan took a small pouch from one of the many pockets in the layers of his tunics, and took out several plain gold coins, some silver coins, and one debit card. It was what the archive had managed to gather from the planet, and what the records had, and from some travelers that had been nearby enough or had interacted with the locals in whatever fashion in recent years.
"I hope this might suffice?" He asked Peter, before offering, of course, the confirmation that he could go and change clothes, before seeing him use actual webs, apparently, to jump away over the rooftop.
Yan merely waited, quietly, attending to the Force and to its currents, to the potential threats and the potential shifts to keep an eye on, until he felt the Spider-Man approach again, and turned to face him.
"Let's go." He said, before considering the street nearby, then jumping down easily to one of the little alleys where they wouldn't be so noticed, using the Force to halt his fall and save himself from the shock, and knowing his companion could jump down on his own. "Do lead the way."
@localwebslingers
Gold and silver coins were not a great sign of how updated the archive was that the Jedi had, and Peter had a feeling that Yan was going to have to be doing some serious, intense updating on a few things by time he got back. Whenever that was going to be, how long did it take to fully gauge and investigate a possible threat that the Sith posed to a planet? Especially one that was far out with a seriously outdated archive? Though they did have a debit card. One with an expiration date that was even enough to suggest it could actually work, however it was it would work in the first place. Maybe it really was the fifteen seventies that someone had been there at some point, and then sometime late enough to have cards instead.
Huge gap, but probably not all that important right now.
Peter looked as Yan jumped down to the street and jumped to follow after him without pausing, dropping down without the slight pause he saw in the other before landing in the same fashion he had above. The same crouch and then moving to standing, like jumping down several stories was nothing more than a couple of stairs, “Okay, right.” he nodded, heading towards the sidewalk and looking back once just to be sure he was being followed before starting off towards where campus was, “The good news is that it isn’t that far, only a few blocks, so we won’t need the subway or anything to get back there.” he looked back again and paused before adding, “It’s a train system I can show you it later.” did they have subways on other planets? Maybe something similar just called something different.
“So, do you have any questions while we walk? You said no one has been here for a while so…anything?”
|| @lostserenno ||
alright how many of you are also getting the wolverine game when it gets here?
