( peтer parĸer ) ᴛʜᴇ ＡＭＡＺＩＮＧ sᴘɪᴅᴇʀ-ᴍᴀɴ (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
webdesigned) wrote2010-07-02 09:00 pm
webdesigned) wrote2010-07-02 09:00 pm
Entry tags:
open post.
game au / pic prompt / random spam / hit me with it
game au / pic prompt / random spam / hit me with it
game au / pic prompt / random spam / hit me with it
no i wont, cOLLEGE AUS YOU
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. )
WONDERFUL
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.
no subject
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. )