' we got fun and games We got everything you want honey, we know the names. We are the people that can find whatever you may need If you got the money honey we got your disease. ' peter barton, smartass.
“People watching is boring” Ethan said In annoyance as he slouched in the chair he was currently sitting in. “I still can’t see how you find this fun” it was true people watching was never Ethan’s thing he never got the hang of it really. “How can you just make a guess like that and not know the answer?” He amquestions as he rolls his eyes.
WHAT WAS FUN about it was the constant chances for peter to show off prove how smart he was. it was an incredibly self fulfilling hobby, then again, a little ego boost never hurt anyone. ‘ we all enjoy different things. i like to do this --- you like to hide away playing with your little projects and shit. ’ he didn’t even need ethan to confirm it to know it was true, even if the only evidence he had in his mind was the fact he never saw the boy outside of school. ‘ it’s not guessing more like coming to EDUCATED CONCLUSIONS. ’ same thing. ‘ kinda like science but it’s more entertaining. ’
he couldn’t help but sigh at his son’s words, eyes closing slowly as he looked out the window. so now he was ditching because he didn’t want to piss off adriana? this was GREAT. everyone was starting to hate him now. “i don’t care if you stay with me or mom.. i just want you with one of us, pete.” he shrugged, “i’m sure your mom would love to see you though.. at least convince adriana to go with you if you decide to stay with her.. alright?” he smiled.
‘ I’M NOT a kid. ’ for the first time in a while, peter raised his voice slightly. his tone was sharp, making it clear that he didn’t appreciate the slight patronising vibe he was getting from his dad. ‘ if i wanna spend christmas alone or doing my own thing, i will. ’ he changed back to his normal tone. yes he felt bad for snapping without a real reason but it was his pet peeve. he made his decisions, no one else did. ‘ you really need to stop trying to over-father me because you feel like you need to make up for the fact you left mom. it’s kinda lame dude, ’
Sarah gives a little laugh. “Actually, I know him,” she says, craning her neck to watch the guy go by. “He’s in one of my psych classes. He’s not divorced from his wife, because he’s gay. He and his boyfriend are very cute together.”
THE RESPONSE caused him to raise an eyebrow as he turned to face her. ‘ how cute. ’ turning his attention back to the man, he put on a scowl. he couldn’t be wrong, could he? NEVER. he watched closely as the man looked up at him, making quick eye contact before looking away and rubbing the mark on his ring finger. ‘ guess i was wrong --- there’s a first time for everything i s’pose.’ or maybe she just didn’t know him as well as she thought.
“are you calling me a moron?” a fake gasp of offense left her lips, a hand covering her mouth in an outraged way, “you call it skill, i call it having a lot of free time.” it was only teasing. she often wished she could possess his capacity to read people. she tried, really tried, to not roll her eyes at him but was unable to help it. “are you trying to convince me that you don’t enjoy having such power over people, not even a tiny bit?"
there was a long pause, her eyes darting to look at the street through the car window before meeting peter’s face. "what are you doing for christmas?” she finally asked trying to sound casual. “harlow and I are booking a room in the plaza. getting wasted and watching crap movies. i would invite you, but i don’t really like the idea of you and harlow together with alcohol when alcohol is involved."
‘ DID THOSE words leave my mouth? i don’t think so. ’ he neither confirmed nor denied her question. surely she could figure that out for herself if she really didn’t know. ‘ most people call it arrogant and intrusive. ’ a scoff punctuated his sentence. he was self aware enough to admit that his party tricks could be a little...MUCH. that wasn’t to say the he didn’t enjoy it, as adriana said, it gave him power over people. ‘ that would be incredibly sociopathic of me if i did, wouldn’t it? ’ wink.
with the conversation topic changed to christmas, peter let out a sigh. what was it with people asking about his christmas plans? he struggled to decide when to wake up in the mornings. ‘ i don’t know yet --- dad’s asked me to spend it with him. ’ his voice would lacking emotion as he spoke, he knew that was a sore topic for his sister. ‘ although the plaza idea sounds fun but if you’re worried about harlow then i guess i could just go to a bar and get laid. ’
“oh my god.” he whined louder this time, rubbing his face in hopes that he was completely dreaming. “you know i don’t want to hear this.” and he was doing it just to spite clint, he wasn’t stupid, he definitely knew that. it wasn’t a secret anymore when he could read peter’s face so easily. “or let’s talk about your plans instead.” he finally leaned back, hand scratching at his beard. “what are you doing? spending it with me or mom?” he raised an eyebrow. “—i don’t even know where she is at the minute, but you’re more than welcome to spend it with nat and i. adriana won’t come.. but maeve is.” he was far too proud to admit how much it would mean to him. “all up to you.”
YES, he was well aware his dad didn’t want to hear it. the constipated look on his face was a signifier of that. his dad wasn’t exactly hard to read. which is why as soon as the topic of christmas came up peter kept a keen eye on his father’s facial features. it was important to him, so important that he couldn’t just go ahead and say he wanted him there. ‘ my plans don’t exist yet. ’ safe to say peter wasn’t much of a christmas person. ‘ i was thinking of going all switzerland and avoiding the both of you. ’ peter let out a sharp breath as he looked out in to the distance. ‘ mainly because i don’t want to piss of adriana OR look at you puppy dog face for the entirety of january. which would be the consequences of picking either you or mom. ’
“IT IS FUN. especially when you never miss.” he snapped back, eyes wide like a child. it was almost like two toddlers arguing with each other, but he couldn’t fault peter when he was like a young clint. “he’s at least ten years older than you, pete.” his eyes widened again, slowly shaking his head as he groaned. “oh, c’mon dude.. you know my rule. i don’t want to hear anything of you or your sisters… relationships or .. desires? ugh, i dunno. drop it.” he shook his head, “if they’re a boyfriend or girlfriend? perfect. anything else? nope. have your fun, just don’t tell your old man.”
‘ GEE if i had a dollar for every time you’d said that, i’d actually be able to stop scrounging off you & mom. ’ he got the point, his dad had good aim. the constant reminders he gave him did nothing in the way to convince him to pick up a bow though. ‘ age is just a number --- in fact i’ve been with people W A Y older. like people your age for example. ’ he was lying of course, but the look on his dad’s face whenever he even mentioned anything of the nature was priceless. still he’d probably been mean enough for one day, ‘ but if it makes you so uncomfortable, i’ll drop the subject --- we can talk about something else like your christmas plans. ’
“oh, sorry. i forgot the rules of your little game.” definitely a lie. she wouldn’t be able to forget them even if she wanted. but teasing him was her own game. “we can’t?” an eyebrow rose, and a smirk made it’s way to her face before morphing into an annoyed and outraged expression. “pete!” she hit him in the arm softly enough for him to feel it but not get a bruise. “as great as i am, i don’t think i would be able to fight everyone who wants to punch you, it’s way too many people.” she winked at him playfully. “you do love to make people mad."
‘ HOW MANY TIMES do i have to tell you, it’s not a game. any moron can play games --- HELL, dad can play games. ' he reached out his arm to gesture to the people in front of him, ‘ this requires skill. ’ and a whole lot of educated guessing. although telling adriana that would take away some of his mystique. ‘ so no, we can’t go ruin it because you don’t trust me.’
the sharp jab to his arm made him retreat back to his side of the car, ‘ what was that for? ’ as if she needed a reason. in fact the jab only went on to prove her next point. okay, so it’s not like he LIKED to make people mad. it was just his lazy carefree attitude that people didn’t like. ‘ that’s where you’re wrong sis. i think you’ll find people just like being mad at me. ’
clint was practically falling asleep at the sound of peter’s voice, leaning against the dashboard with a soft sigh. “believe me, it’s not that fun, kid — this isn’t what i pictured when i said that i was free for the day and wanted to hang out with you.” he squinted his eyes at a person, excitedly pointing. “–ooh, do that one!! the man wearing that weird hat. what’s his story?”
‘ WHAT WOULD YOU KNOW? you consider firing sticks at people as f u n. ’ peter retorted like an insulted child, his demeanour mirroring one as well. honestly, he wasn’t sure what his dad expected when it came to having a day out with him, it’s not like he was the type to run around a field catching footballs all day. ‘ weird hat...’ his eyes scanned the street until he came across the man. a smirk spread across his face, ‘ not sure yet but i’d like to be a part of it. ’
“and i told you i wasn’t going to pay you no matter how many you got right. i don’t have that much money.” peter was good at reading people. it was something that came in handy. unless he decided to use his particular gift against her. “besides, how do i know you got it right?” she added, in an obvious teasing manner, glancing at the man peter had just described briefly over the top of her sunglasses. “i think we should go and ask him."
‘ ASK HIM? ’ his eyes widened at the suggestion. ‘ c’mon that’s not how this works. ’ this being peter’s good old tradition of dragging people out with him in order to show off. sensing the scepticism oozing from his sister, peter let out a sigh before looking back at the alcoholic divorcee. ‘ besides, we can’t just go up and ask him. ’ the smug tone turned to one of a man now slightly nervous. ‘ at least i can’t. i haven’t been to combat training in like THREE MONTHS. he’d snap me like a twig --- you’re more than welcome to if you want though.
PEOPLE WATCHING, as weird at is seemed it was a peculiar hobby of peter’s. there was an odd satisfaction he got from analysing strangers and coming up with theories about their lives. theories that he could almost guarantee were correct. ‘ i got another one for ya! ’ excited smile on his face, he turned to the person in his passenger seat. ‘ my twelve o’clock. buff guy in the tank top & sandals. recently divorced or separated from his wife probably due to his heavy smoking and/or alcoholism. ’ smugness overcame him as he sat back in the seat of his car. ‘ that makes six now. told you this would be fun! ’
“ Okay, Christmas pop quiz !! ” The mercenary stops what he’s doing, only to clasp his hands together, as if he’s struck an epiphany at this moment. Letting the next song play onto his speakers, an obnoxious groan of delight escapes his lips while the track graced their ears, and the entire room. “ If you don’t get this right, I’m giving you detention. I don’t care if that’s allowed or not, you will sit in this room with me and listen to this song five hundred times. Anyway —– this god send of a song. Last Christmas. Who sang it ?? The original, not some shitty teeny bopper you’ve heard on Radio Disney. And yes, I was talking about Taylor Swift. ”
‘ LAST CHRISTMAS? ’ for the first time in what seemed like forever, peter was drawing a blank. he could tell anyone their entire life story and then list every capitol city in the world but christmas songs? apparently that was his weakness. he shrugged his shoulders, eyes narrowing, ‘ ma... ’ mariah carey. each letter of the sound he made was drawn out. it was his educated guess. didn’t she sing every christmas song --- NO . the lack of facial cues from the teacher told him otherwise. shit. ‘ give me a second. ’ he considered going through the alphabet, watching for a reaction to a certain letter but that required a lot of effort. ‘ nope. i got nothing. who was it? ’
Danny paced in a small circle, twirling a kunai knife in his fingers as he did. Between having Misty and Lucy on his mind, what he’d get them for Christmas, Rand’s quarterly numbers, and his lesson plans for the upcoming semester, to say the professor was preoccupied would be an understatement. He felt the other’s prescence, turning to face them with an expectant expression.
“Oh, hi. Somethin I can do for you?” He asked, the knife spinning on his fingers
STANDING IN the doorway of a professors office was somewhere peter only managed to find himself accidentally, just as he did then & there. the preoccupied look on rand’s face was clearly due to the added pressures of christmas, business and the next semester. you didn’t need to know about mentalism to know that. would that prevent peter from adding more? of course not.
‘ just thought i’d do my annual christmas apologies for missing NINETY PERCENT of my classes and make an empty promise to improve my attendance next year ’ merry christmas.
Ben was fiddling with the metallic briefcase for a moment or two, humming to himself. He was overdue to get out of the lab every so often so he sat outside, grinning as he heard the hiss of the case opening.
“FUCK YESSSS!!!” he shouted, falling to his knees as he punched the air. “Hey, hey, check this out!” he called out to the nearest person as he tried to contain his excitement.
TRUTHFULLY peter hadn’t been paying any attention to anyone else as he sat outside ditching yet another class. it was his quiet time. a time when he turned off the charm and tricks for a few seconds --- or at least, it SHOULD have been. attention peaked by the excited male a few feet away from him, he looked up. ‘ what is it? ’ he pursed his lips, approaching him cautiously. ‘ my guess was gonna be deadly nuclear weapon but you’re keen desire to share says otherwise. ’
UH OH...here i am once again with a bill skarsgard fc because i’m trash. i’m also jo, hi! under the cut you’ll find a little bit of information about PETER BARTON & myself. enjoy!
PETER BARTON is a/an TWENTY THREE year old SIXTH YEAR at Age of Heroes Academy who looks a lot like BILL SKARSGARD. HE/HIM identifies as CISMALE and rumor has it they’re the child of CLINT BARTON & BOBBI MORSE. They’re described as STRATEGIC & STUBBORN and got into the academy due to their ability of ENHANCED BRAIN CAPACITY & MENTALISM. Their moral alignment is LAWFUL EVIL. ( jo, nineteen. gmt, she/her )
soooo...first of all i just would like to establish who i am. as i said i’m jo, i’m nineteen and live in the uk. i study screenwriting so i should be good at writing characters. (i’m not.)
also for any of those who was a part of the old age of heroes, we meet again. i played the summer bishil barber wire chick and the richard harmon animal hating weirdo. whether i’ll bring them in to this rp at a later date is a mystery. maaaaaybe.
now on to peter
aparrently i wanted to break my pattern of unusual names for characters with peter. so dull. we’ll say his mum probably named him.
peter was born with an enhanced brain capacity thanks to his mother enhanced shit. whilst it didn’t seem very cool at first in comparison to his sisters, when he started school he realised he could slack off bc he absorbed things so easily.
kind of a habit he still has, doesn’t tend to do any assignments that don’t count towards his final grades. will knock the important stuff out in a matter of seconds.
really pisses off all his teachers bc he’s lazy af but still produces good work.
is a pretty good mentalist (think patrick jane meets merrit mckinney) is really good on picking up on facial cues and ticks to see if a person is lying or get them to reveal stuff. has pretended to be a telepath before and gotten away with it.
can read people without talking to them. is smug af about it.
in regards to his parents he’s probably a bit of both. the enhancements from bobbi, the attitude of clint. doesn’t really care too much about his parents breaking up. doesn’t really care to much about anything.
nonchalant 98% of the time. tends not to have deep emotions about stuff however he doesn’t take well to people telling him what to do.
as nonchalant about his sexuality as he is life. doesn’t really care who he sleeps with but doesn’t do relationships. not a lot of people know about this though.
doesn’t really like getting his hands dirty so tends to skip the combat side of things. whilst he can shoot a gun pretty well he’d rather stick to the stuff that requires brains.
likes causing trouble most of the times but doesn’t always intend to.
will work for whoever pays him the most. would probably rob a bank.
has been arrested on several occasions after running his mouth and insulting police officers.
is apparently as lazy as me who will get a connections page up at some point buuut not right now.
