surprising no one. or, maybe, surprising at least a few people. Peter Parker is a perfectly nice guy, maybe a little annoying in class when he goes off a tangent nobody asked for that is barely even relevant to the lecture, though overall seems normal and capable of socializing and interacting with peers. this shouldn't be that big a deal. everyone on the planet hates group work, yet looking at him wouldn't indicate a stubborn streak a mile wide and a refusal to let others help him, even when he needs it.
still, he has a paper to write, with a partner, and collaborative writing has to be his least favorite class of all time. his work keeps coming back doused in red ink and glaring bias against oxford commas and as much as he grits his teeth and tries to bear it because he's got to make it through his general ed requirements to make it on to enroll in biophysics, it doesn't mean he's actually got to like it. he's half assing it at best, and most people that pay him mind can tell.
but it's not just him anymore, is it? Peter had all the intentions of the world of putting in a good effort, since it wasn't just his grade on the line. MJ had been stuck with him because they both missed the class when partners were decided and he doesn't want to drag her down just because he hates hitting his shift key. he had the best of intentions, and yet... he's more than half an hour late when he drags into the library, drops down looking like he just left Fight Club (so don't ask), and when he takes out his book, it's literally broken in half. he stares at it for a moment, like even he is surprised, before he sets it down and tries admirably to pretend that didn't just happen.
awkward.
he doesn't come empty handed, though... as she stares him down he slides an apple juice along the table like its the holy grail. its a peace offering, please take it, MJ, he does at least feel bad about how long she's been waiting. ) Sorry, my cat got out, ( he lies badly, his lopsided grin all charm and bluster, if you don't count the split lip. it is kind of hard not to count the split lip, though. )
she does her research before she actually meets the guy -- and by research it means she asked like two people that happened to be in her dorm lounge room when she got the email informing her that "due to their unexplained absences, Michelle Jones and Peter Parker have been assigned each other for the collaborative paper due in three weeks". so not the most thorough research, but she's seen him around and about as well, and honestly the guy is weird. smart as anything, she'll give him that, but sporadic on his good days and distracted on his bad, and all in all not the best group work partner to have been assigned.
still, she can forgive weird behaviour - or at least she could have, half an hour ago. she's weird in her own right, she's under no illusions about that, but at least she's punctual. enough time has passed for her to have a half-completed sketch of the couple three tables across from her that have spent the whole time lip locked, and she spins it around and presents it as if in payment for the apple juice. which she opens. and sips. this doesn't mean she's forgiven you, Peter, it's just that she happens to be thirsty. )
Oh, your cat? ( an eyebrow raises, and she nods along as though this totally legit and not in any way completely rubbish lie is in any way believable. another sip of the juice, and then she sets it down and narrows her eyes at him, quickly. ) Must be a big cat, you look pretty beat up. Peter...
( she drags out the syllables of his name, but as quickly as she dialled up the intensity on her inquisition, it disappears again and she grins, gesturing at the book. )
( wow. a... well. he accepts the picture because it seems rude not to, but once he does, he's not sure what message she's sending with it. he goes from weary swagger in attempts to sell a horrible lie to uncertain embarrassment. he doesn't quite manage a thank you, instead putting the sketch on top of his obliterated book. yes, that perfectly disguises it looks like someone with a fist the size of a bowling ball tried to break through it. perfect. )
Look, she's... she's super wiley. You think dogs are hard on homework? Try a cat. Cats are crazy, man. She may be small but she's an animal. Like... more so than just being a cat implies. ( he's talking too much about the cat he doesn't actually have. Peter knows intensely little about cats, or even if they are crazy. he swallows, averts his eyes from her face, and is silent as he scrounges up what to say next.
he may be weird, yet even Peter can tell how much he's blowing this. Michelle hasn't said as much, but yeah, he's definitely blowing this. his blustering confidence deflates into genuine contrition, and that at least doesn't come off as achingly hollow. he is sorry he's late. he just can't really explain why. ) I'm sorry. I should have emailed you I was going to be late, I just... ( was fighting a mechanized rhino solider at the time. you know, like you do. he sighs, shaking his head and biting back what he can't say, trying to pull up something he can. ) I know you're stuck with me, so I promise I'll do whatever I can to make this painless. Scouts honor.
( he lifts a hand as if he's about to preform a pledge to prove it, before he shakes his head. ) Okay, no. I wasn't ever a boy scout. But like that. ( this is where he choses to be honest, apparently. )
( when he first signed up to be a member of ALASTAIR — and signed up was a strong word for coerced to participate — he'd almost thought it all sounded kinda cool. traveling worlds, planets, universes. maybe getting a little closer to feeling like he could be a hero again, after months of feeling like he could make up for the ways he'd failed. that was the idea. he'd never imagined it'd take years. he'd never imagined he'd go through so much, lose so many. after Gwen transferred the second time, Peter told himself he couldn't make the mistake of caring so much that he couldn't handle a loss.
after Stiles left, he was downright determined. all his hopeful thoughts of loving being worth it felt really hollow in the loneliness, even though he could rest knowing that Stiles had gone home to his dad and his best friends and a pack that'd do anything to protect him. surely, sooner or later, Peter would go back home, too. right?
at this point, though, he hopes that doesn't happen before Maya does. she's the last man standing, which is a pretty raw deal for her, all things considered. he's back to the rather unhealthy tendency of just one support system, though it's easier when they have an entire team's worth of people capable of supering. he doesn't have to hide that, yet he still hides a little. who he is, how much he can care about others, because there's only so many times he can love and love and lose and lose and lose.
he's survived it how many times now? Maya will be his last goodbye, that's a promise.
it hasn't happened yet. they've gone on more missions than can be easily counted, they're still slogging through, the missions that kick them in the gut as much as the one that earn fond smiles when they look back. at least they have each other, right? the last mission hadn't been heartbreaking, just long. he's glad to be back in Oska, even if walking the halls has a habit of making him miss faces he doesn't see in them anymore. they're heading down to dinner, because of course they are, one of the few things that hasn't changed is that both of them can put away almost more food than the magically generating kitchen can provide, when he feels the warning tingle, just at the back of his neck.
he reaches out to grab her arm and try and stop her before its too late, but the mistletoe, the stupid magic mistletoe, already has them trapped. it's almost like it's laughing at them. ) It's July, ( Peter tells the castle in exasperation, but as always, the walls don't have an answer. he looks a mix of sheepish and uncertain and something neither of them should try to decipher when he looks down at Maya. ) Look, we can just comm someone to pull it down.
( easy. no big deal. it's not an issue. they can wait five minutes, that mistletoe doesn't have to win. it's not that Peter can't imagine kissing her — actually, that's sort of the problem. he totally can, which is exactly why he shouldn't. )
[On the other hand, Maya's used to being left behind. It'd been happening all her life -- ever since she was an actual baby. People came, people went -- she wouldn't resent them for leaving even if they had a choice. Maybe some of them do.]
[It's awfully lonely, though. Especially with how long it's been since she's seen Phoenix. She knows time doesn't work quite right, in this case -- the second she goes back will be the same second she left, in her timeline (if she goes back), but-- it's hard not to feel isolated, sometimes. Missions go well and missions go badly, there's few things that are constant in her life now, and--]
[One of those things is Peter. The best constant, actually. No matter what goes wrong, no matter who leaves, no matter what happens, she knows she can stay strong if he's there with her. Which he is, in a literal sense, currently. They're back in Oska and though Maya can't quite bring herself to think of it as home, she's glad to be back. She's on her way to the kitchen with him when she gets wind of an odd sensation, and then, all of a sudden, he reaches out towards her to grab her arm.]
Peter? What's up?
[And it's about then that she notices she can't move. That neither of them can, actually. That there's something hanging above-- it's freaking mistletoe
Seriously?! Is someone pranking us?!
[She huffs in tandem with him, but there's just one little thing. When she thinks about the possibility of kissing Peter, it's not really an annoyance, but---]
[Actually, her heart starts to beat a little faster. What is up with that?]
Oh. Um, y-yeah.... I bet someone can burn it up with magic or something! Lemme grab my magitek, there's no way I'm going to let us get stuck here when there's a feast waiting for us in the kitchen!
I know it's probably not possible for buildings to have it out for you, but I don't know about this one.
( Oska's castle can rebuild itself on its own, after all, and this god forsaken plant seems to prop up every Christmas, without fail, trying to prey on the unsuspecting. being around for years means he's gotten good at avoiding the stuff when it's actually December, but even the vigilante isn't so vigilant that he was keeping an eye out in the middle of summer.
Peter is in the middle of patting down his pockets trying to find his own magitek when he hears the unmistakable increased tempo of the heartbeat right in front of him. now, he's no Matt Murdock, he's not exactly a walking lie detector, he doesn't know that much about heartbeat irregularity that he can know everything from that simple fact. still, the fact her heartbeat is racing is kind of familiar, considering... his might be, too.
Maya is still looking for her magitek and off on a tangent about feasts as of yet uneaten, but Peter pauses, watching her. he always seems to think it'll be so easy, to realize the disaster every time he reaches a little too far past friendship. the smart thing would be to call someone to get the mistletoe for them, not traverse a path that there's no coming back from once they start. he should be smart about this. )
Or I could just kiss you. It'd be faster. ( or.... you know, okay, he could just do that instead. nevermind, why bother being smart? who even does that? clearly not the technical genius, when has he ever bothered to be smart in situations like these. no matter how nonchalant Peter attempts to sound, there's an edge of nervousness in the suggestion, despite the clue he wasn't supposed to hear in her heartbeat. )
I don't know, I think it's plenty possible. This is totally the wrong time of the year for this kind of thing, anyway!
[Maya huffs a little.... there's not much else she can do in her position except complain, so complaining it is!!]
[He doesn't necessarily have to be Matt Murdock, to catch the way her heart starts the race, to catch how it literally skips a beat when he suggests kissing her. In fact, her cheeks might be tinging red, too --- what's up with that]
W-Well..... [The normally so witty Maya is actually at a loss for words. It's not that she's opposed -- actually, the more she thinks about it, the more she thinks it might be kind of nice -- but she's never kissed a boy before, she doesn't know how, she'd probably only embarrass herself, and--]
I mean.. I, If.... If you want to!
[It comes out a little squeakier and a little higher pitched than she intended, and she fumbles with the magatama around her neck that's serving as her magitek, failing at grasping it entirely]
( usually, Peter is the one that needs fixing up. he's learned to be pretty good at it. because even with the super healing, he still hates the look in his aunts eyes when she finds him bruised or bleeding. it's easier to fix it up and get it to heal faster than it is to ignore it and try to impress on the only family he has left that he's fine, really, or make up any new excuses about why he looks like someone hit him with a brick wall.
(he really needs to move out. Aunt May will still worry, there's no avoiding that. but she doesn't have to worry about breaks and bruises that will fix themselves up sooner than later. because they won't ever stop and she won't ever stop worrying.)
the fast healing thing, really, kind of makes injuries seem less concerning. not to say Peter get hits on purpose, but he'll take one when he has to, and he'll certainly take one before letting someone else get hit. some things can't be avoided and he doesn't think too much about a sprain, or a bruise, or having to stumble into bed because he can barely move for how much it hurts. if he sleeps long enough, it'll be like it never happened. makes it easier to think that it didn't matter quite as much, as long as he could avoid the look in his aunt's eyes, the reminder that someone cared enough to hurt because he hurt.
safe to say, he probably isn't ready for the tides to be turned. still, the fact Matt isn't texting him back has him worried, and more nosy than usual. when he makes it to Matt's fire escape he presses an ear against the door, trying to figure out if he was even there. sleeping maybe? and while he can't track heartbeats across city streets, Peter's hearing is more than good enough to know that Matt is in the apartment, somewhere, and that something is wrong.
and with knowing that there's not much that could keep him out, truth be told, though it would be super awkward to explain why he's there if one of Matt's friends happened to be present.
it's weird to be in the apartment in such extreme darkness, but it makes sense. Matt doesn't need a light on, after all. Peter would sure like one, but he manages to get down the steps without falling down them. ) Matt? ( why is he whispering? he doesn't need an answer, really, turning toward the sound of uneven breathing. the light through the window is all red neon glare, and it does nothing to improve what he sees. )Jesus— ( Matt will be mad at him for that one later; Peter doesn't care. he drops to his knees in front of Matt, not yet touching, instead trying to make out how bad it was without deafening Matt with his heartbeat exploding through his chest. he's certainly unsuccessful in the last endeavor, because Peter can't manage to calm it down. he braves a touch, and he's barely able to find a spot on Matt's arm that doesn't look like it'll hurt like hell to be touched there. ) It's me.
[Things got better for Matt. He went back to practicing law. Foggy and Karen even started to joke, "Don't let a building fall on you" before he left. They knew his secret-- his senses. But what they didn't know was that months after he stopped being Daredevil... he went back to being Daredevil. The news didn't always capture it, he was going for low level guys. Then he got over his head.
His relationship with Peter was a strange one. Peter seemed to take the whole city while Matt just stayed in the kitchen. He found a small group of Yakuza (which pissed Matt off, he ran them out of the city twice now). He was watching them. Maybe he should have asked Peter for help. But Matt went ahead and started a fight during a arms deal.
--The thing about Matt's suit is that it was near indestructible. Near. Knives could still penetrate at different angles. It wasn't bulletproof, but it at least stopped them before they pierced his skin.
Peter would find Matt on his couch as per usual when he was injured. Shirtless, stripped down to boxer briefs and blood. He had slashes across his back which made him curl up and face the back of the couch. His front wasn't much better, huge blooming bruises from bullets adorned his chest and arms. Blood poured from a gasp on the side of his mouth and his hands shook.] Peter... I'm sorry. [He turned to face him, sightless eyes looking just past Peter's eyes.] Do not call a doctor.
[One night, Daredevil and Spider-Man showed up at the same gang hideout. It wasn’t planned, and by the time Matt realized there was another person fighting some meth dealers two floors up, it was too late.
They talked for a few minutes, before either of them ran away (rather, shimmied up a fire escape and websling’d away) before the cops showed up. Matt wouldn’t be able to remember their conversation years on into their friendship (whatevership) but he knew he was probably not very nice to Spider-Man that night.
It happened a few more times, with Spider-Man taking most of the city under his watch. He would end up in Hell’s Kitchen. Matt was unreliable, he took breaks from being Daredevil, to either heal his body or because he thought this was it this time. Spider-Man was always there.
It was an early evening when Daredevil arrived to the scene of a shooting. It was a small family that was mugged before executed. And Matt was pissed. He crouched on a parapet and listened from a distance. Then he heard that familiar heartbeat. Spider-Man. Except… the only person coming onto the scene was a gangly kid wearing a jacket in warm weather. He had a camera and a cockatiel’s hair.
But Matt didn’t know that.
As the man (spider man variety) walked away from the scene, Matt jumped down behind him and called out,] Spider? [He refused to add the man part to that.]
( to be fair, Daredevil didn't seem nice to most people. he punched his way through crime and while Peter doesn't exactly like his violence, he has to at least sort of respect it. he really hadn't been anticipating chasing one of Harry's goons into a den Daredevil was casing, and the guy turned out to be pretty territorial, despite the fact they were on the same side... or, okay, maybe at least parallel sides.
Spider-Man didn't really do team ups himself, so it's not the worst of problems that this Devil guy keeps growling at him to stay in his lane. Peter had no intention of listening, frankly, so the guy can growl all he wanted. he doesn't want to fight the Devil, but he thinks he could probably at least give the guy the slip if he had to. maybe at some point he'd realize they weren't against each other. maybe at some point they could maybe even tolerate each other... Peter wonders about him, what he can do, who he is beyond the mask.
though, admittedly, not enough to try and find out. maybe that's a secret better left unknown.
usually, the crime he dealt with was a lot more material. a robbery here, a mugging there, mostly threats and the occasional injury but usually nothing that couldn't be fixed. he's a little jarred by the blood on the sidewalk and the reality who is responsible is still out there. he wasn't even in this part of time to spider, the camera around his neck and the badge on his coat proclaims him as a photographer for the Daily Bugle. he'd been in the Kitchen to take pictures of a new aspiring chef at their restaurant and walked into a horror movie. he feels sick, and he feels angry. he needs to find whoever did this, and he doesn't know where to start.
the voice is familiar, even though he hasn't heard it that often. he is surprised he didn't sense the figure until it was too late, and the boots were on the ground behind him. and what did the guy say? there's a loud trill of panic in his heartbeat as he glances around and considers running, but if that'd show him as guilty nothing would. ) W-what? I don't know what you're talking about.
( Daredevil tilts his head to the side, noticing that the voice of Spider-Man isn't muffled slightly by a mask. Shit. Wait. He's outed the other man and he doesn't know how to back out of it. He strides forward and attempts to roughly grab the other man's elbow, hoping to yank him into the dark. )
What are you doing here? Why aren't you in your costume? ( Matt would call his 'costume' something like 'armor' or 'the suit.' )
no way. any girl can be princess leia if they want to be. if you ever need to woo a nerd, just put the buns on and call the guy of choice a scruffy looking nerf herder. 99.999% of success. unless they like star trek or something
and i am gonna pretend you didn't say that because i can't actually intellectually fathom a negative opinion on the classic leia look. though i will give you she was way hotter on Endor, which is a controversial opinion
( he went in HOT on the nerd there. oh well, Bridget had to know what she was dealing with. he disguises it a little with the aloof skater schtick but he's definitely a nerd. the glasses give him away every time. )
his personality leaves a lot to be desired but is his hair really that bad? the job isn't that great but at least it is a job and pays ok if i get the exact picture of spider-man he's looking for
um, no reason. drunkenly talking about photography, that super tracks. did i ask to take your picture, too? i am sorry in advance, i swear i'm not a creep.
( also, note to himself: check his camera and see if he ended up taking some without permission. he's wont to do that, too, and would at least feel a little bad if he snuck one in. )
i don't know that many super nice places, but good places i've got covered being the first person you go out with is a little bit of pressure but if you wanna go i will try to be worthy of that responsibility
Okay, I had to think about it for a second, but I'm pretty sure you did. And you were quite sweet about it, but I'm not photogenic at all.
[She was a bit embarrassed about it, but he did manage to convince her of taking a couple. Eventually, he'll find her pulling some silly faces for him. Peter and his sweet talking is definitely dangerous.]
Peter, relax. i could swear you're text-hiperventilating. Any place would be nice. Going out with you sounds nice.
that's definitely, definitely not true. i'll develop the ones i took, i've got the receipts
( she's gorgeous. she doesn't know her angles, maybe, but Peter does, and there's a few of her without her tongue out and her nose wrinkled. it puts even more pressure on the being a good first dinner date sort of thing. )
maybe a little??? okay, it's just... i haven't dated a lot. or, a lot lately. or ever. really just the one person. and i haven't tried dating since she ... since she died.
( did he just ruin things before they started with heavy dead girlfriend talks? maybe. probably. but it doesn't feel fair not to mention it, either. )
i was never good at this in the first place and now i'm starting all over, you know? but i want to. if you still want to.
harry i was literally a tree and somehow still managed to just stand there shellshocked and completely forgot my branch choreography. not like it was complicated, it was basically just wave your arms a little
you didn't miss anything. i promise. i think that tape is like the ring, you'll die in 7 days if you see that level of childhood embarrassment. and i kinda like you living, so
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Date: 2017-07-22 07:06 am (UTC)no i wont, cOLLEGE AUS YOU
Date: 2017-07-22 09:24 am (UTC)surprising no one. or, maybe, surprising at least a few people. Peter Parker is a perfectly nice guy, maybe a little annoying in class when he goes off a tangent nobody asked for that is barely even relevant to the lecture, though overall seems normal and capable of socializing and interacting with peers. this shouldn't be that big a deal. everyone on the planet hates group work, yet looking at him wouldn't indicate a stubborn streak a mile wide and a refusal to let others help him, even when he needs it.
still, he has a paper to write, with a partner, and collaborative writing has to be his least favorite class of all time. his work keeps coming back doused in red ink and glaring bias against oxford commas and as much as he grits his teeth and tries to bear it because he's got to make it through his general ed requirements to make it on to enroll in biophysics, it doesn't mean he's actually got to like it. he's half assing it at best, and most people that pay him mind can tell.
but it's not just him anymore, is it? Peter had all the intentions of the world of putting in a good effort, since it wasn't just his grade on the line. MJ had been stuck with him because they both missed the class when partners were decided and he doesn't want to drag her down just because he hates hitting his shift key. he had the best of intentions, and yet... he's more than half an hour late when he drags into the library, drops down looking like he just left Fight Club (so don't ask), and when he takes out his book, it's literally broken in half. he stares at it for a moment, like even he is surprised, before he sets it down and tries admirably to pretend that didn't just happen.
awkward.
he doesn't come empty handed, though... as she stares him down he slides an apple juice along the table like its the holy grail. its a peace offering, please take it, MJ, he does at least feel bad about how long she's been waiting. ) Sorry, my cat got out, ( he lies badly, his lopsided grin all charm and bluster, if you don't count the split lip. it is kind of hard not to count the split lip, though. )
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Date: 2017-07-22 10:27 am (UTC)she does her research before she actually meets the guy -- and by research it means she asked like two people that happened to be in her dorm lounge room when she got the email informing her that "due to their unexplained absences, Michelle Jones and Peter Parker have been assigned each other for the collaborative paper due in three weeks". so not the most thorough research, but she's seen him around and about as well, and honestly the guy is weird. smart as anything, she'll give him that, but sporadic on his good days and distracted on his bad, and all in all not the best group work partner to have been assigned.
still, she can forgive weird behaviour - or at least she could have, half an hour ago. she's weird in her own right, she's under no illusions about that, but at least she's punctual. enough time has passed for her to have a half-completed sketch of the couple three tables across from her that have spent the whole time lip locked, and she spins it around and presents it as if in payment for the apple juice. which she opens. and sips. this doesn't mean she's forgiven you, Peter, it's just that she happens to be thirsty. )
Oh, your cat? ( an eyebrow raises, and she nods along as though this totally legit and not in any way completely rubbish lie is in any way believable. another sip of the juice, and then she sets it down and narrows her eyes at him, quickly. ) Must be a big cat, you look pretty beat up. Peter...
( she drags out the syllables of his name, but as quickly as she dialled up the intensity on her inquisition, it disappears again and she grins, gesturing at the book. )
Cat ate your homework too, huh? Sucks, man.
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Date: 2017-07-22 10:42 am (UTC)Look, she's... she's super wiley. You think dogs are hard on homework? Try a cat. Cats are crazy, man. She may be small but she's an animal. Like... more so than just being a cat implies. ( he's talking too much about the cat he doesn't actually have. Peter knows intensely little about cats, or even if they are crazy. he swallows, averts his eyes from her face, and is silent as he scrounges up what to say next.
he may be weird, yet even Peter can tell how much he's blowing this. Michelle hasn't said as much, but yeah, he's definitely blowing this. his blustering confidence deflates into genuine contrition, and that at least doesn't come off as achingly hollow. he is sorry he's late. he just can't really explain why. ) I'm sorry. I should have emailed you I was going to be late, I just... ( was fighting a mechanized rhino solider at the time. you know, like you do. he sighs, shaking his head and biting back what he can't say, trying to pull up something he can. ) I know you're stuck with me, so I promise I'll do whatever I can to make this painless. Scouts honor.
( he lifts a hand as if he's about to preform a pledge to prove it, before he shakes his head. ) Okay, no. I wasn't ever a boy scout. But like that. ( this is where he choses to be honest, apparently. )
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Date: 2017-07-22 10:21 am (UTC)after Stiles left, he was downright determined. all his hopeful thoughts of loving being worth it felt really hollow in the loneliness, even though he could rest knowing that Stiles had gone home to his dad and his best friends and a pack that'd do anything to protect him. surely, sooner or later, Peter would go back home, too. right?
at this point, though, he hopes that doesn't happen before Maya does. she's the last man standing, which is a pretty raw deal for her, all things considered. he's back to the rather unhealthy tendency of just one support system, though it's easier when they have an entire team's worth of people capable of supering. he doesn't have to hide that, yet he still hides a little. who he is, how much he can care about others, because there's only so many times he can love and love and lose and lose and lose.
he's survived it how many times now? Maya will be his last goodbye, that's a promise.
it hasn't happened yet. they've gone on more missions than can be easily counted, they're still slogging through, the missions that kick them in the gut as much as the one that earn fond smiles when they look back. at least they have each other, right? the last mission hadn't been heartbreaking, just long. he's glad to be back in Oska, even if walking the halls has a habit of making him miss faces he doesn't see in them anymore. they're heading down to dinner, because of course they are, one of the few things that hasn't changed is that both of them can put away almost more food than the magically generating kitchen can provide, when he feels the warning tingle, just at the back of his neck.
he reaches out to grab her arm and try and stop her before its too late, but the mistletoe, the stupid magic mistletoe, already has them trapped. it's almost like it's laughing at them. ) It's July, ( Peter tells the castle in exasperation, but as always, the walls don't have an answer. he looks a mix of sheepish and uncertain and something neither of them should try to decipher when he looks down at Maya. ) Look, we can just comm someone to pull it down.
( easy. no big deal. it's not an issue. they can wait five minutes, that mistletoe doesn't have to win. it's not that Peter can't imagine kissing her — actually, that's sort of the problem. he totally can, which is exactly why he shouldn't. )
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Date: 2017-07-29 02:48 am (UTC)[It's awfully lonely, though. Especially with how long it's been since she's seen Phoenix. She knows time doesn't work quite right, in this case -- the second she goes back will be the same second she left, in her timeline (if she goes back), but-- it's hard not to feel isolated, sometimes. Missions go well and missions go badly, there's few things that are constant in her life now, and--]
[One of those things is Peter. The best constant, actually. No matter what goes wrong, no matter who leaves, no matter what happens, she knows she can stay strong if he's there with her. Which he is, in a literal sense, currently. They're back in Oska and though Maya can't quite bring herself to think of it as home, she's glad to be back. She's on her way to the kitchen with him when she gets wind of an odd sensation, and then, all of a sudden, he reaches out towards her to grab her arm.]
Peter? What's up?
[And it's about then that she notices she can't move. That neither of them can, actually. That there's something hanging above-- it's freaking mistletoe
Seriously?! Is someone pranking us?!
[She huffs in tandem with him, but there's just one little thing. When she thinks about the possibility of kissing Peter, it's not really an annoyance, but---]
[Actually, her heart starts to beat a little faster. What is up with that?]
Oh. Um, y-yeah.... I bet someone can burn it up with magic or something! Lemme grab my magitek, there's no way I'm going to let us get stuck here when there's a feast waiting for us in the kitchen!
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Date: 2017-08-09 04:52 am (UTC)( Oska's castle can rebuild itself on its own, after all, and this god forsaken plant seems to prop up every Christmas, without fail, trying to prey on the unsuspecting. being around for years means he's gotten good at avoiding the stuff when it's actually December, but even the vigilante isn't so vigilant that he was keeping an eye out in the middle of summer.
Peter is in the middle of patting down his pockets trying to find his own magitek when he hears the unmistakable increased tempo of the heartbeat right in front of him. now, he's no Matt Murdock, he's not exactly a walking lie detector, he doesn't know that much about heartbeat irregularity that he can know everything from that simple fact. still, the fact her heartbeat is racing is kind of familiar, considering... his might be, too.
Maya is still looking for her magitek and off on a tangent about feasts as of yet uneaten, but Peter pauses, watching her. he always seems to think it'll be so easy, to realize the disaster every time he reaches a little too far past friendship. the smart thing would be to call someone to get the mistletoe for them, not traverse a path that there's no coming back from once they start. he should be smart about this. )
Or I could just kiss you. It'd be faster. ( or.... you know, okay, he could just do that instead. nevermind, why bother being smart? who even does that? clearly not the technical genius, when has he ever bothered to be smart in situations like these. no matter how nonchalant Peter attempts to sound, there's an edge of nervousness in the suggestion, despite the clue he wasn't supposed to hear in her heartbeat. )
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Date: 2017-10-31 08:03 am (UTC)[Maya huffs a little.... there's not much else she can do in her position except complain, so complaining it is!!]
[He doesn't necessarily have to be Matt Murdock, to catch the way her heart starts the race, to catch how it literally skips a beat when he suggests kissing her. In fact, her cheeks might be tinging red, too --- what's up with that]
W-Well..... [The normally so witty Maya is actually at a loss for words. It's not that she's opposed -- actually, the more she thinks about it, the more she thinks it might be kind of nice -- but she's never kissed a boy before, she doesn't know how, she'd probably only embarrass herself, and--]
I mean.. I, If.... If you want to!
[It comes out a little squeakier and a little higher pitched than she intended, and she fumbles with the magatama around her neck that's serving as her magitek, failing at grasping it entirely]
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Date: 2019-07-09 11:27 pm (UTC)HELLO!!
Date: 2019-07-11 05:06 am (UTC)(he really needs to move out. Aunt May will still worry, there's no avoiding that. but she doesn't have to worry about breaks and bruises that will fix themselves up sooner than later. because they won't ever stop and she won't ever stop worrying.)
the fast healing thing, really, kind of makes injuries seem less concerning. not to say Peter get hits on purpose, but he'll take one when he has to, and he'll certainly take one before letting someone else get hit. some things can't be avoided and he doesn't think too much about a sprain, or a bruise, or having to stumble into bed because he can barely move for how much it hurts. if he sleeps long enough, it'll be like it never happened. makes it easier to think that it didn't matter quite as much, as long as he could avoid the look in his aunt's eyes, the reminder that someone cared enough to hurt because he hurt.
safe to say, he probably isn't ready for the tides to be turned. still, the fact Matt isn't texting him back has him worried, and more nosy than usual. when he makes it to Matt's fire escape he presses an ear against the door, trying to figure out if he was even there. sleeping maybe? and while he can't track heartbeats across city streets, Peter's hearing is more than good enough to know that Matt is in the apartment, somewhere, and that something is wrong.
and with knowing that there's not much that could keep him out, truth be told, though it would be super awkward to explain why he's there if one of Matt's friends happened to be present.
it's weird to be in the apartment in such extreme darkness, but it makes sense. Matt doesn't need a light on, after all. Peter would sure like one, but he manages to get down the steps without falling down them. ) Matt? ( why is he whispering? he doesn't need an answer, really, turning toward the sound of uneven breathing. the light through the window is all red neon glare, and it does nothing to improve what he sees. ) Jesus— ( Matt will be mad at him for that one later; Peter doesn't care. he drops to his knees in front of Matt, not yet touching, instead trying to make out how bad it was without deafening Matt with his heartbeat exploding through his chest. he's certainly unsuccessful in the last endeavor, because Peter can't manage to calm it down. he braves a touch, and he's barely able to find a spot on Matt's arm that doesn't look like it'll hurt like hell to be touched there. ) It's me.
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Date: 2019-07-11 12:45 pm (UTC)His relationship with Peter was a strange one. Peter seemed to take the whole city while Matt just stayed in the kitchen. He found a small group of Yakuza (which pissed Matt off, he ran them out of the city twice now). He was watching them. Maybe he should have asked Peter for help. But Matt went ahead and started a fight during a arms deal.
--The thing about Matt's suit is that it was near indestructible. Near. Knives could still penetrate at different angles. It wasn't bulletproof, but it at least stopped them before they pierced his skin.
Peter would find Matt on his couch as per usual when he was injured. Shirtless, stripped down to boxer briefs and blood. He had slashes across his back which made him curl up and face the back of the couch. His front wasn't much better, huge blooming bruises from bullets adorned his chest and arms. Blood poured from a gasp on the side of his mouth and his hands shook.] Peter... I'm sorry. [He turned to face him, sightless eyes looking just past Peter's eyes.] Do not call a doctor.
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Date: 2019-07-18 07:56 pm (UTC)They talked for a few minutes, before either of them ran away (rather, shimmied up a fire escape and websling’d away) before the cops showed up. Matt wouldn’t be able to remember their conversation years on into their friendship (whatevership) but he knew he was probably not very nice to Spider-Man that night.
It happened a few more times, with Spider-Man taking most of the city under his watch. He would end up in Hell’s Kitchen. Matt was unreliable, he took breaks from being Daredevil, to either heal his body or because he thought this was it this time. Spider-Man was always there.
It was an early evening when Daredevil arrived to the scene of a shooting. It was a small family that was mugged before executed. And Matt was pissed. He crouched on a parapet and listened from a distance. Then he heard that familiar heartbeat. Spider-Man. Except… the only person coming onto the scene was a gangly kid wearing a jacket in warm weather. He had a camera and a cockatiel’s hair.
But Matt didn’t know that.
As the man (spider man variety) walked away from the scene, Matt jumped down behind him and called out,] Spider? [He refused to add the man part to that.]
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Date: 2019-07-18 10:11 pm (UTC)Spider-Man didn't really do team ups himself, so it's not the worst of problems that this Devil guy keeps growling at him to stay in his lane. Peter had no intention of listening, frankly, so the guy can growl all he wanted. he doesn't want to fight the Devil, but he thinks he could probably at least give the guy the slip if he had to. maybe at some point he'd realize they weren't against each other. maybe at some point they could maybe even tolerate each other... Peter wonders about him, what he can do, who he is beyond the mask.
though, admittedly, not enough to try and find out. maybe that's a secret better left unknown.
usually, the crime he dealt with was a lot more material. a robbery here, a mugging there, mostly threats and the occasional injury but usually nothing that couldn't be fixed. he's a little jarred by the blood on the sidewalk and the reality who is responsible is still out there. he wasn't even in this part of time to spider, the camera around his neck and the badge on his coat proclaims him as a photographer for the Daily Bugle. he'd been in the Kitchen to take pictures of a new aspiring chef at their restaurant and walked into a horror movie. he feels sick, and he feels angry. he needs to find whoever did this, and he doesn't know where to start.
the voice is familiar, even though he hasn't heard it that often. he is surprised he didn't sense the figure until it was too late, and the boots were on the ground behind him. and what did the guy say? there's a loud trill of panic in his heartbeat as he glances around and considers running, but if that'd show him as guilty nothing would. ) W-what? I don't know what you're talking about.
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Date: 2019-07-19 02:10 am (UTC)What are you doing here? Why aren't you in your costume? ( Matt would call his 'costume' something like 'armor' or 'the suit.' )
I can hear your heartbeat. I recognize it.
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Date: 2020-04-16 04:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-04-16 04:15 am (UTC)i'm just saying it sounds a little suspect
you made yourself suspicious
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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Date: 2020-04-16 04:28 am (UTC)(no subject)
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From:TFLN, ~beeg
Date: 2021-05-19 11:46 pm (UTC)no way. any girl can be princess leia if they want to be. if you ever need to woo a nerd, just put the buns on and call the guy of choice a scruffy looking nerf herder. 99.999% of success. unless they like star trek or something
and i am gonna pretend you didn't say that because i can't actually intellectually fathom a negative opinion on the classic leia look. though i will give you she was way hotter on Endor, which is a controversial opinion
( he went in HOT on the nerd there. oh well, Bridget had to know what she was dealing with. he disguises it a little with the aloof skater schtick but he's definitely a nerd. the glasses give him away every time. )
his personality leaves a lot to be desired but is his hair really that bad? the job isn't that great but at least it is a job and pays ok if i get the exact picture of spider-man he's looking for
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Date: 2021-05-20 01:17 am (UTC)um, no reason. drunkenly talking about photography, that super tracks. did i ask to take your picture, too? i am sorry in advance, i swear i'm not a creep.
( also, note to himself: check his camera and see if he ended up taking some without permission. he's wont to do that, too, and would at least feel a little bad if he snuck one in. )
i don't know that many super nice places, but good places i've got covered
being the first person you go out with is a little bit of pressure but if you wanna go i will try to be worthy of that responsibility
Re: TFLN, ~force_sensitive
Date: 2021-05-20 05:46 am (UTC)Okay, I had to think about it for a second, but I'm pretty sure you did. And you were quite sweet about it, but I'm not photogenic at all.
[She was a bit embarrassed about it, but he did manage to convince her of taking a couple. Eventually, he'll find her pulling some silly faces for him. Peter and his sweet talking is definitely dangerous.]
Peter, relax. i could swear you're text-hiperventilating. Any place would be nice. Going out with you sounds nice.
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Date: 2021-05-23 02:16 am (UTC)( she's gorgeous. she doesn't know her angles, maybe, but Peter does, and there's a few of her without her tongue out and her nose wrinkled. it puts even more pressure on the being a good first dinner date sort of thing. )
maybe a little??? okay, it's just... i haven't dated a lot. or, a lot lately. or ever. really just the one person. and i haven't tried dating since she ... since she died.
( did he just ruin things before they started with heavy dead girlfriend talks? maybe. probably. but it doesn't feel fair not to mention it, either. )
i was never good at this in the first place and now i'm starting all over, you know? but i want to. if you still want to.
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Date: 2021-05-20 01:33 am (UTC)harry i was literally a tree and somehow still managed to just stand there shellshocked and completely forgot my branch choreography. not like it was complicated, it was basically just wave your arms a little
you didn't miss anything. i promise. i think that tape is like the ring, you'll die in 7 days if you see that level of childhood embarrassment. and i kinda like you living, so
TFLN, ~helpdesk_hero
Date: 2021-05-20 01:42 am (UTC)you're almost better at this hipster thing than i am?? i'm actually impressed
okay, if i get a glasses cord, you better help me pick one out, so it can be appropriately ironic but still artisanal
Re: TFLN, ~helpdesk_hero
Date: 2021-05-20 01:53 am (UTC)I know someone that could make you something like that. And then you can claim to have known the artist before others did. For proper hipster flex.
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Date: 2021-05-23 02:09 am (UTC)okay, well, if the hipster cred is solid, i am out of excuses
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