( the flicker of a camera flash, nylon-made web fluid in glass test tubes, the fumble of hands followed by anxiety-ridden laughter ) ▸ welcome to latverion, PETER PARKER ( SPIDER-MAN ). it’s time to be gracious, for in this vast multiverse, you have been saved by emperor doom. according to records you are 21 and use HE/HIM pronouns. emperor doom expects you’ll enjoy your career as A STUDENT AND PIZZA POPPA’S EMPLOYEE, or else. excellent. we look forward to your contribution.
* ABOUT BASICS.
FULL NAME: peter benjamin parker
ALIAS: spider-man
AGE: 21
AFFILIATIONS: the avengers & spidey-fam
GENDER AND PRONOUNS: cis male & he/him
FACE CLAIM: tom holland
* IN-DEPTH ANALYSIS.
POINT OF ORIGIN: primarily mcu based, with ideas pulled from various mixed media ( comics, television series, raimi's spider-man and tasm ). origin story remains the same. personality is a mix of everything. the events of no way home have been altered; peter continues to struggle in keeping his identities apart and never consults stephen strange about a spell. instead, he makes the more sensible choice and contacts his dream university firsthand, then getting accepted. however, he does lose his aunt may and is currently on his own.
ABILITIES/SKILLS: spider physiology, enhanced senses, regenerative healing factor, web generation, genius-level intellect specializing in chemistry and invention, expert tactician and acrobat.
HAVE THEY BROUGHT ANY FAMILY OR PETS WITH THEM: haha what family ?
ANY HEADCANONS YOU WANT OTHERS TO KNOW: peter 100% continues to be a star wars fan and is definitely streaming kenobi. his dream is to one day make a tiktok with doom. purposely works at pizza poppa's to eat free pizza for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. currently donning the newest spidey suit presented at the end of no way home. takes pictures for fun and owns a really nice vintage camera he bought from the thrift store. more tba !
* QUESTIONNAIRE.
HOW DOES YOUR CHARACTER FEEL ABOUT EMPEROR DOOM ?
he's intimidated, to the point where he will refer to him as "mr. doom sir." it's more of the fact that he has little to no information about him, and seeing how powerful of a leader he is — there's really no place for him to question the man's intentions. even if deep, deep inside, his spidey-senses are telling him that everything's not alright.
HOW DOES YOUR CHARACTER FEEL ABOUT THE BATTLES ? ARE THEY TRYING TO AVOID THEM ? OR ARE THEY EAGER TO JUMP IN ?
he already knows that if he even shows the slightest interest in these battles, his aunt may will find a way to nag his ears off from the afterlife about how they're dangerous. so, he does his best to ignore them. though, he would be lying if he said he didn't daydream about winning a few from time to time.
WHY HAS YOUR CHARACTER ACCEPTED THEIR JOB POSITION ? WILL THEY USE IT TO GET CLOSER TO DOOM ? OR WILL THEY USE IT EXPLOIT HIM ? OR DO THEY SIMPLY LIKE THEIR JOB ?
to put it simply, he needed a job that would pay and feed him. his employment at pizza poppa's has no correlation to doom, unless of course, doom isn't a fan of pineapple. anyone can say that peter deserves more, but, with the recent tragedies in his life, there was no one to believe in him. so, he settled for less. he hopes that once he graduates from university, he can find that passion for science again.
the unease seems to echo around the room and P L A G U E his mind: recognising by the slight change in tone, the very nature of how the other seemed to be feeling. although, he refused to suggest he knew anything – it often only left people feeling more…uneasy. “ yeah…that just took the cake on being the worst joke i’ve ever heard. ” his tone remains light, emitting a chuckle at the reminder the younger had provided him with ( foggy would’ve been proud of a joke like that ). “ and i’ve sat through sharknado – don’t ask…purely out of curiosity. ” moving his stick to one side as he takes a seat. “ just wanted to see how you were doing peter; doomed and all… ” joking back, hoping to set a lighter tone.
❝ DID YOU JUST SAY SHARKNADO ? ❞ out of everything he could possibly focus on in the conversation, of course his attention piqued at that. truth be told, he didn’t think matthew murdock would be interested in terrible sci-fi films. ❝ alright, now i gotta know . . . did you see all of them, and if not — would you be interested ? ❞ it was pretty obvious the answer’s no, but, he couldn’t help but try. at the other’s witty response, he bursts into a small fit of laughter. ❝ and i thought my joke was bad. but things are going pretty okay, all things considering ! dr. doom’s face on my toothpaste has been the highlight of my day. what about you, mr. murdock ? still uh . . . teaching law stuff ? ❞
gwen crawls up the side of a building, the wind ever so slightly blowing her hood around as she ascended. she could hear the sound of onlookers below, their ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhs’ from the spectacle that she was – a person just straight up crawling up a building. a sigh escapes her when she reaches the top, but quickly her guard goes right back up as her spider-sense alerts her to someone nearby behind her. she turns on her heel, shifting into a defensive stance. she doesn’t know what she was expecting, but it certainly wasn’t another spider. she should’ve known better; of course the multiverse would bring more spider-people to this world. “fancy seeing you here,” she quips, head tilting to the side slightly. “i’m not interested in a fight - a.k.a, i come in peace.”.
@slngr !
❝ WHAT THE ?! ❞ the words came out louder than he thought — not that it mattered anyway. so much for that peter time he’d been looking forward to. that also meant his pizza had to wait. but another spider ? there was no way. now he needed to find out if this one actually came in peace and not putting on a friendly face. ❝ look . . . i don’t want to fight you either. but how do i know that you’re not someone i should worry about ? ❞ his composure continues to remain calm, hiding the fact that his senses were going rampant right now. still, the last thing he wanted to do was escalate the situation. as silence simmers between the two, he allows for the moment to pass by before finally speaking again. ❝ who are you ? ❞
“no, you can’t.” yelena deadpanned as she leveled an even gaze in his direction. “what do you think our beloved emperor doom would say at you making these jokes? do you wish to be placed into battle?” her tone was evenly maintained, a bit in her words that was almost cruel, as if implying an intention to report him. yet, that changed in an instant with an amused laugh falling from her lips. “relax, peter parker, i am just kidding, i don’t actually care.” her accent ran thick as she put down the pretenses. “it was mean of me, i know. you are locked out, yes? i can pick the lock for you.”
THAT WAS A JOKE, RIGHT ? it took him a second, but eventually, he was able to get it. he honestly thought he’d get knocked out and be in battle gear the moment he wakes up. stifling a small laugh alongside her, he shakes his head. ❝ man, you almost got me. i was about to make a run for it, ❞ peter cracks a smile. ❝ that was hilarious. ❞ things just got lost in translation, that’s all. he’s a little slow at times too. at her offer, an eyebrow piques in curiosity. ❝ like how they do it in movies ? with a hair pin ? because if you can, i’d let you do it anyway. that’d be sick. ❞
🧬 — sure enough, there HE WAS. that chatroom confirmed his suspicions (doomroom?), but the terrible joke was what really solidified them. the multiverse was shaping up to be more predictable than ben originally anticipated. well, for the most part. ❝ milkshake. ❞ he tilted the paper cup he held from right to left. ❝ how should i address my condolences ? ❞
❝ WHAT KIND ? ❞ and now, rather than focusing on the actual issue at hand, his mind is occupied by a . . . milkshake. to the point where he’s tempted to ask for a sip ( it’s not gross if you’re technically the same person, right ? ). theories aside, peter shakes his head. ❝ it’s alright ! usually i just climb up and crawl into an open window. but how do i convince the cops that i’m not some creep ? ❞
“well if it isn’t my biggest fan,“ valkyrie called out, smiling a bit when she spotted the younger midgardian. she’d been covered with the spoils of battle, dirty and shining with the gleam of sweat - but it’d been all in good fun, and her opponent survived this time. “came for another autograph, parker? or just wanting to hang out?” she’d reached over to the table of goods that she had waiting for her and pulled open a bottle of mead. “want some?” she offered, raising her brow and wondering how asgardian mead would affect him before taking a swill.
PLAY IT COOL, peter. play it cool. don’t think about the fact that she’s practically a legend. ❝ h-hey valkyrie, ❞ is what the best he could do, hiding the fact that he’s in complete awe right now. ❝ yeah, actually. i want one on my forehead. thinking of getting it tattooed, ❞ he jokes. cracking a small smile, his fingers awkwardly fumble, trying to understand the fact that she wanted to hang out with him. instead of thinking about it, he acts impulsively and takes the bottle with a small nod. his nose takes a whiff of the drink, and god, it was strong. ❝ jesus christ, ❞ peter murmurs quietly. ❝ what’s in this stuff ? ❞
rogue sits on the stoop of their front doorstep, arms crossed over their legs and their chin propped up on their arms. they stare up at the night sky, and a sigh escapes them. as the other speaks, their green eyes shift to fix on him, an amused look on their face as they chuckle at the joke that he’d just cracked. “what’s gotcha doomed, sugah?” they ask, a brow raising curiously behind white bangs. “ah mean… ah suppose ya can, but it don’t mean ah ain’t still curious whatcha meant by it. ain’t nothin’ much up though, just came outside to get some fresh air. it’s a nice night, ain’t it?”
❝ FORGOT MY KEYS. ❞ which then is followed by a, ❝ inside my apartment . . . ❞ peter’s head drops, mostly to hide the fact that he’s embarrassed. an idiot, really. it hurts to even say it out loud. letting out a sigh, he nods his head as a response to their question, leading towards a quick subject change. ❝ yeah, it is. is it weird that sometimes i feel like his doom guy is watching me twenty-four seven ? could’ve sworn i felt a pair of eyes on me while i was in the shower this morning, ❞ he laughs. ❝ he could even be watching us right now, so . . . ask him if he wants pie. i know i do. ❞
natasha sighed as she stood up against the inner wall of the killiseum - god she hated that name - it hadn’t taken her very long to gather the intel of the place, the ins and outs - and its secrets - and now she felt the responsibility and the charge of keeping it straight and narrow. of course, she wasn’t impervious to fun or allowing those she considered friends in and out when the timing was right. hence spider-man being there. “please tell me you’re only here to meet valkyrie and not try to participate in one of the games.” she paused and squinted at him, tilting her head a little to the side. “again.” too many of her fellow heroes tried to get into the fights - it was… pretty alarming, but she supposed that they all head death wishes at one time or another.
WAS IT REALLY THAT OBVIOUS ? then again, he does spend way too much of his time in the audience ( from a safe distance of course ) cheering his number one favorite champion on. and while he isn’t allow — interested in participating in these battles, in a different reality, he hoped that he would win at least once. nervously adjusting the straps of his backpack, he shakes his head. ❝ do you really think i’d want to be a part of that ? pffft. that’s ridiculous. ❞ remember, you’re trying to be convincing, peter. ❝ but is she here ? because if she is, i brought a shirt she could — ❞ stick to the point ! ❝ actually . . . i’m here to see you. think you could, uh, help me with something ? ❞
IT ONLY HAD HIT HIM NOW, the emptiness he feels in his suit’s pocket mid sip of his drink. after realizing that he left his apartment via window and not the front door, it could only mean one thing — he’s locked himself out. ❝ well. guess you can say i’m . . . doomed, ❞ peter says to the person nearby, stifling awkward laughter. he’ll find a way in. after all, it wasn’t the first time it’s ever happened. ❝ jeez. that was bad. can i take that back ? ❞ he clears his throat, readjusting himself. ❝ anyway . . . what’s up ? ❞ / @latverionstarters