#peter 01

[swearwolfx-archive]

Where: The White Wyvern Who: @battleofpeter

James had told him of Peter’s bravery, going against the side he’d chosen over them and rescuing Lily, bringing her back safely. Why would he do that if she and the rest of them were nothing to him? Maybe there was something left of his old friend after all. The betrayal had hurt him and left him questioning everything, wondering how he hadn’t seen it, wondering if any of their friendship had been real. But he looked back at what they had all done for him, comforting him and accepting him for what he was, risking themselves around him and later becoming illegal animagi for him… Peter was part of that. That goodness had to be inside there still, maybe it just got lost in the darkness. Dumbledore had asked too much of him, just as he had of himself and he was starting to question whether the old man had any regard for them at all or only saw them as chess pieces. 

It was how he found himself at the White Wyvern now having heard this was where he worked and the only lead he had to track him down. He fidgeted with his crescent moon necklace for a moment looking up at the sign outside, taking a deep breath before walking inside. He looked around the place that was mostly empty and he wasn’t sure if that was usual or not for early evening, but he bypassed all the tables moving toward the bar. No one was behind it for a moment so he pulled up a stool and took a seat prepared to wait it out. Turns out he didn’t have to wait long as he heard movement in what he assumed was a store room before a familiar head appeared. He licked his lips nervously not sure what to say, how to start now that he was here. “Peter,” he said simply his voice low.

[hal-stewart]

“Can I help you?” Hal asked from his second-hand recliner outside his garage. From his tone it was hard to determine whether his question was a veiled ‘What are you doing here? Kindly fuck off’ or if he was genuinely puzzled -in a gruff sort of way- about the person wandering about outside his house. Had he not been hangover he would have been considerably more welcoming, but had he not been hangover he would have been inside his garage hard at work. But no, instead he was lying out here with a half-empty cranberry juice carton resting on top of his stomach, taking sips every now. He hadn’t felt like eating so the juice was breakfast.

[ronanvvludolf]

( &&. @djpeterpark )

“Nyet, nothing to eat; just a vodka tonic and tell me the moment Peter arrives,” Ronan said to the waitress who had approached him, steepling his hands together as he sat back in one of the plush leather armchairs scattered around the communal area of the Oceana Residences. The space was rather vacant today, all things considered; he supposed most of the residents of Oceana were out and about in Little Odessa and the greater Brooklyn area--which made it the perfect meeting spot for today’s little rendezvous. 

Ronan was parked at the bar attached to the luxury Russian-operated residences, tapping his foot against the ground rather impatiently as he waited for the Bratva’s hacker to arrive. Seeing Peter was one item on a long list of things Ronan wished to accomplish; he needed to find the root of evil that had threatened his Emmaline, and he would do whatever it took to make sure any threat to her life was swiftly eradicated before the birth of their child.

[jamesvbeircheart]

( &&. @djpeterpark )

It was his thoughts that had brought him to Central Park today. James Beircheart sat underneath a large oak tree, the crooked branches and leaves shading him from New York’s blinding summer sun as he rested on a bench, his hands idly twirling his phone in his lap. He sighed, watching the families stroll about the park; joggers weaving in and out of young mothers with strollers, grandmothers and grandfathers hobbling along the cobblestone paths with walkers.

It was his day off, and yet he had nowhere to go. Nobody to do much of anything with. His days off were traditionally spent with Bunny, as well, but Howard had insisted James take the day for himself.

The only problem was, of course, that he had no idea what to do with it. He took out his phone and shot a quick message to Howard, hoping that the text didn’t come across as insensitive or ungrateful.

3:43 P.M. [ to “Howard Golightly” ] What have you and Bunny got planned for tonight? Think I might wrap things up and come home early; feeling a bit under the weather.

[felicitybyers]

#he's turning his uber around for this ♥ @petervendall​

It probably wasn’t the smartest idea. Responding to a wrong number. Flirting with a stranger. Like Catfish on crack. Took internet/app dating to a whole new level, huh? Felicity was always up for trying new things. The best things were created in moments like this: a lipstick stain on the rim of her wine glass, spontaniety and Sauvignon in her veins. Meeting a man with the same name as her father. A stranger, but a possible serial killer. Uninvited by Alanis Morissette. She hummed the tune. Her friends were starting to move on. Started mingling, or dispersing. Fliss’ smile was cheeky, dimpled, as she sent out one final text message. She didn’t expect a response. 

Not one to fret, or get anxious, Felicity continued to drink. Swirled her glass. She tapped out the chords of the song on the bar top. When a man sat down on the empty bar stool beside her, she could only assume that it was Peter. “Phil McGraw?” Fliss had to bite down on her lip to keep the length of her smile small. “You’re not a serial killer.”

[dazzlingdaredevil-blog]

@spider-mobile

Matt had been attempting to explore the parts of the Sea of Nectar he hadn’t been to before in costume, but the structure of the Sea itself, mostly split over a variety of smaller islands, made him realize the pointlessness of his decision fairly quickly. Which meant he ended up wandering the streets somewhat aimlessly, probably looking more like some sort of performance artist than anything else, until he hears someone not too far from him.

Recognizing people by their heartbeat wasn’t something that worked all the time - most non-powered humans were indistinguishable from one another and even among those with superpowers there were only a few that really stood out. Spider-man is definitely among those. 

There’s a certain etiquette to approaching people outside of costume, or at least a few unspoken rules about when and when not to approach people, which primarily means that Matt can’t (shouldn’t) approach him directly. So instead he settles on following him, until they get to a less crowded area at least, not attempting to hide exactly - he’s not looking to ambush the man, he just wants to talk, Spidey has to have some experience with being kidnapped into space, right? 

[awitchboy-blog]

@alicesoneandonly​

The Hive was no stranger to the strange-- well, not that Klarion had much room to talk. The more time he spent here, the more he recognized the subtle nuances of the city; it made Gotham look homogeneous. 

This was his particular train of thought as he weaved through the streets, carelessly following Teekl. Her tail was twitching to and fro, her ears perked-- it seemed she was on the hunt. Klarion, of course, had nothing better to do than follow his cat, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to go through the stress of losing her again.

It was a good thing that he decided to trail his familiar today, because before long she had found her prey. After some moments’ stalking, Teekl gave a snarl and pounced on her victim: a cold-looking man with, interestingly enough, rabbit ears.

O, Heaven. This wasn’t going to be pretty.