|| [Closed Starter] { @wcrthyofsuiit } ;; Coming Back to Life
☆——» The world keeps changing ;; continues to be threatened by outside forces, by inside forces -- all of these old && new problems intermingling to create a cocktail of pandemonium that was always full to the brim, even on those good days when the sky wasn’t on fire && the ground wasn’t crumbling under foot, when aliens weren’t trying to destroy his home. His city. His planet. This drink of dour reality was an especially stiff one to swallow after half the population was snuffed out within minutes, but since he hadn’t lost his family like so many unfortunate others, it was an easier one to swallow than most. However, everyone had to knock back another one of those shots of madness when those disappeared, lost victims of a galaxy-spanning calamity returned five years later. Some taking it in with teary-eyed celebration, while others stewed in regret or misgivings.
Those people, the ones that were ashed -- they haven’t changed. The rest of the world moved on without them.
&& that’s a bigger concern to Adrian Toomes now than he liked to admit. He continues to keep up with the times, changing some of his ways while doubling down on others. He’s worked too hard, suffered, sacrificed too much to let his renewed business slip out of his grasp again. && this new world?? It needed better protectors. People that wouldn’t screw everything up again && again like Tony Stark && his posse of avenging clowns.
It’s decided that an old problem needs revisited in order for Toomes to really be able to discern whether or not certain pursuits needed to be reevaluated concerning his business, his modus operandi. Checking in on someone whom he hadn’t any need to worry about since his release from prison over three years ago. No Spider-Man had been swinging around to interfere in his restarted business in so long, but now the reports were starting to trickle in that the web-slinger was back in town. && still making mistakes from the intel Toomes had gathered.
Tracking this kid down was just too damn easy. But, Toomes had a promise to keep. One that Peter Parker knew nothing about, but should be grateful for.
He waits until he’s certain that Peter’s Aunt will be out of the picture for a while before approaching the apartment complex, casually carrying himself up the stairs like he belongs to this unit. He’s got another pair of eyes below on the streets to check in with him, to make sure they don’t spot the Spider crawling out of his bedroom window before there’s ample time to have a quick exchange, evaluation.
Left fist balls && with white, scarred knuckles, Toomes raps out a drumbeat of ‘Shave && a haircut’ on the apartment door. Right hand remaining loosely tucked inside his jeans pocket while he waits for an answer, fingers ready to grab at the switchblade he always carried around with him. Just in case this all slides sideways. When the door is opened, one corner of Toomes mouth lifts into a smile that might’ve been sincerely charming to an actual friend, but he does enjoy seeing traces of fear light up in peoples eyes a tad too much...
A redundant question && a slightly sour throwback to the time when Peter had ‘broken’ into his former warehouse, but it was an attempt at an ice-breaker nonetheless. Left hand lifts, palm out. Gesturing that he means no harm as he leans his body weight onto one leg. Acting all the world that this was just as casual of a visit he would give to someone he actually cared about below surface level.
❝ Ya got a few minutes for a quick chat? ❞ His smile twitches into something less predatory, borderline humorous. ❝ I promise it’s not another Dad talk. ❞
